Actually, he’s quite lean. Even at 41, he still has his fabulous girlish figure. And even though I just spent ten hours with him, non-stop, unrelieved (except for bathroom relief — heehaw!), listening to his glorious rants and raves, I feel as if I could have stayed up with him all night drinking girlie drinks and acting like the younger brother he never knew he had.
I have the best brother in the world — and I’m not just saying that because he is what I always call “the boy me”. I won’t disclose the reasons why, because they are too personal to recount and too varied to count. All I’ll say is this: I love you, Bix. And appreciate you more than you know.
P.S. Any time you want to go back to 212, I’m your man.