Dennis the Menace

Twas beautiful out in the world today.

And I wanted nothing more than to take a ride on my new bike.

The idea seemed glorious.

Danae and Brett stood in the kitchen.

Brett caught me slipping out through the sliding door.

There I stood in the carport, mere feet from my beauty of a bike.

"Don't do that," he said. "You'll pump blood all through your face."

So I stepped away from the bike, down to the edge of the port where the sun was shining a little too brightly.

"You shouldn't go walking either, ok? Just come here."

Enter Danae.

"Where are you going? You can't go anywhere, barefoot, no less.... Quick! Stop her! She's getting away! It's the Drugs! It's the Drugs!"

Brett Yelled:

"You can't go out! Your face is fat! You're a menace to society!"



And this is how my brothers care for me after I've had my wisdom teeth removed.

Aren't they lovely?

Wishing on a star... no wait, a Candle

This past Wednesday it was dear Bretticus' birthday.

I totally bought him a new i-Pod since his kind of sucks. I know, I'm a great sister. What can I say?


As we all gathered around the table, surrounding the delicious cake my mother made, Brett applied candles to the frosted area.

He was thoughtful in this process.

Wondering aloud, "What can I spell with 15 candles?....."


We all sat and stared for a moment.

First of all that's a weird question.

Second of all, Bretty is turning 17.... not fifteen.


He realized this moments after he said it, and then continued to ask what words he could spell with 17 candles.

The candles just ended up in neat little rows on his cake.


Dear Brett,

Happy Birthday and may you always remember how old you are.

Maman, Suzette, Brett