I have, over the years, said some very nice things about my brother, Bryan.
My latest mention of him was on his 40th birthday.
Remember? I said nice things. NICE THINGS.
I also suggested that the reason I was bug-eyed in this picture was because maybe he had whispered something dastardly into my ear giving me a scare.
"Not our precious Bryan." "But he's so wonderful, and brave, and protective, blah, blah, blah."
When he read my blog about the snake being lost in my house, he sent me this.