Meet the Focker.

I sat down at least a dozen times this weekend to write an intro for my brother to go with that exceptional picture of him posted on Thursday (see Pu-pu platter). I think that by opening with something that speaks so clearly for itself, I set myself up for failure. I searched the old lexicon but I had nothing. I'm not sure any words can do that shot justice. Although Alex did a pretty good job when I sent her a copy before posting "he looks like a special/drunk/French boy at his big birthday bash." So just take it in, absorb it, notice the flaming pu-pu platter and the fruity drink in the corner. And don't worry, there's more where that came from.

We are hoping to have Daniel as a guest blogger sometime. Right now he is wrapping up his college career and "planning for the future." He is considering nursing school, but we aren’t sure if that is a legitimate aspiration or something to provide us with endless jokes and Halloween costumes.

Of course there is nothing wrong with nursing, my mom has been doing it for 30 years. But there is something undeniably hilarious about my little brother becoming a man nurse. A 'murse' if you will. I will.