From Root to Tip



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We are an eclectic band of misfits. Each branch of my family tree is twisted and unique. But life in my forest has been full of adventure and laughter. From the moment our family tree took root it was nourished by humor, surrounded by love and encouraged to branch out in any direction it was drawn towards.

The apples that fall from that tree do not stray far and we enjoy the camaraderie that only like-minded semi-delusional people can share.  We are nuts but we are family.

I had recently told a tale, based solely in fact, about how my brother tricked me into eating a petrified piece of dog excrement when I was only five years old. Although I was traumatized as a child, I can now see the humor in the “incident”. Perhaps that humor comes with the foreshadowing of future revenge but we are family and it is divine to forgive. (nobody said anything about forget)

It is my brother’s birthday today. I awoke thinking of this day as his pilgrimage into his 50th year. The common lines of the happy birthday song didn’t seem to do justice to our relationship and this new version flooded my brain at 7:00 am.

Happy birthday to you,

Happy birthday to you.

You’re one terrific brother,

but you made me eat poo.

I can only hope he finds as much humor and enjoyment in our gnarled family tree as I do. From root to tip we are certainly an odd bunch, but I wouldn’t want to hang from any other tree!

Happy birthday Jamie!! Love you.  xx



9 thoughts on “From Root to Tip

  1. Ha ha! So, what did your brother think of your little song, Susan? I loved it!
    I’m curious, did you bake your brother a “special” cake. I’m thinking of the pie from “The Help.”
    Happy Birthday to your brother!

  2. This is great! As a younger sister who endured many pranks from a brother (except eating poo) I can relate. I had tarantulas crawl up my arm, ate cayenne pepper toast, and was duped into doing his chores for him many times (can you say, “gullible”?)

    Hope he had a happy b-day!

  3. I remember that poo-eating story. (How could I ever forget?) Perhaps a freshly-baked poo birthday cake is in order?

    Remember: fecal revenge is a dish best served cold. Refrigeration keeps the smell down.

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