…Happy Birthday Dear Bret. Happy Birthday To You.
Today is my friend and fellow blogger Bret’s birthday. 26 years ago he came screaming into the world, and if you ask him about it he will tell you that he was a miracle baby because he was born premature. But if you ask his wife she will tell you why he shouldn’t be considered a miracle baby. I agree with her, and if she gives you her reasoning I’m sure you will agree as well. Bret has many talents including bad-ass drumming skills, the ability to use his cell phone and pick his nose simultaneously with the same hand, and the ability to eat more hot wings than I’ve ever seen another human eat. Bret is super awesome and a great friend, and even though he is terrified of babies, he loves Ellie-bean which is cool. Happy Birthday Bret, glad Keith and I get to spend your day with you.
Sorry for the bad pic. The only two I had of you by yourself were this one and the one when all you guys were shaking your heads back and forth real fast to make your face skin floppy.
