I wasn’t sure what I would begin with while stealing blog-space from my brother. He’s kindly allowing me to test the winds—for which I am grateful. Just to clear out some space for myself here, I know that I am not nearly as funny as Craig is—I won’t speak for Shaun but I have always considered Craig to be the funniest person in the family.
And Craig is certainly more funny than say, Louis CK
So this is just me…I do have a quick story. It is completely the unvarnished truth. The story is about a little dog. You see, I met this girl. And, long story short, I quickly started to realize that I wanted to spend more time with her. And then I also realized that she actually might be taking me seriously. Then we had a work event where we flirted. Then she was gone. I was still there and she was nowhere to be found. I called her house and spoke with her briefly. Then I made a split-second decision. I chased her down. She was this lovely thing, this beautiful girl that I wanted to spend time with. I just didn’t realize there would be a test.
When I showed up at the door, she answered it with a 20 pound, fluffy-as-hell shih tzu in her arms.
I don’t recall what I said, but it prompted this green-eyed woman to thrust her dog into my arms. “Here Nate, take my dog!” Not being much of a dog person at this point, I can only imagine the look on my face as I awkwardly held the little dog of a woman I wanted to date who was keenly staring at me. I don’t think I recognized at the time the leap of faith she had just made. Maybe by at least giving it a shot she was judging if I were suitable after all. (Yeah, the dog freaking loved me from the get-go. Go figure.) I got a lick on the nose for my trouble. From that day forward, as I started to spend more time over there, he got particular about who would take him out and who would walk him—lucky me!
I love you, Avery. Seriously, I can’t tell you how much I love this dog.
So. I know that I will never bring about the sheer magnitude of funny that my brother brings on a nearly daily basis. But I’ll just be here occasionally.
Like Chris Elliott, Esq., replete with blond pageboy wig.
(And I can be funny once-in-a-while!) Just don’t get me started on politics.