This blog is dedicated to the best little big brother ever, Andy.
Andy rocks. Andy is the sort of person who will wack me with a Twizzler and then when I tell him it hurt, wack himself with the Twizzler, and then say 'Wow, you're right!' without apologizing or feeling the least bit of guilt about it. Unless it really did hurt badly, in which case he'll eventually feel bad about it, but not unless I end up with visible proof that he injured me.
I've always said that if I die a tragic death, it will be Andy's fault, and it's still true. He's insane. But so am I. Together our insanity has created many near-death experiences and random acts of stupidity. I'm surprised I'm not dead yet, actually. But you know what? It's totally awesome. Life would not be nearly as cool if it weren't for all of the stupid things Andy and I do. Life wouldn't be nearly as cool without Andy, period. Andy's just a cool guy. Everyone needs to do something really stupid every once in a while, right? Like breaking trampolines or playing tag on bikes or shooting tomcats out of the upstairs window and stuff. Yeah. See? You're just dying to do something stupid now, aren't you? Andy is a pretty spiffin' guy. He makes life more interesting. But seriously, one of these days he's going to kill me, and it's going to be freaking hilarious.
Mara the big little sister