you're the one with the arrow pointing at you (in case you didn't know). it's cute that you're the youngest but now you're the tallest out of everyone. including our father. remember when you used to live in that one room upstairs? the one closest to mom and dad's room? but then you went to college and mom turned it into a black hole of a craft room and now it's filled with a gazillion stamps from when she used to make her own cards for all sorts of occasions? do you remember when we took this picture of you?
you look dead. and also - that's not even our dog.
that shit is hilarious.
but hot damn did we used to be cute. hashtag am i right?
remember how you used to work at that old folk's home with me? first they made you dig holes and then they let you be a pretend waiter at the old people's lunch. but then you got a job at a real restaurant as a busboy and sometimes your big sister would show up hammered and make you pretend to act like you were serving me drinks?
anyway - you're the baby.
we have things in common. like our middle names meaning something (ahem sorry nickolas).
matthew louis and shannon rose 4 life.
i can never remember if i'm the only one that never got an underage drinking ticket?
i mean - you definitely didn't because you didn't drink till you were 21.
but really you just crack me up. you listen to underground rap music (which i still don't even know what that means) and love saying things like "gangsta cookies" and "know what i'm sayin."
your wardrobe is questionable.
but you're acceptable for the sister i never got.
shitler likes you too.
happy birthday foo.