Glah! Today is nephew #1's eighteenth birthday! Let me restate that: Today is his EIGHTEENTH birthday! I can feel my cells aging as I write this. My little roly-poly piglet is now, officially, a man. I'm all kinds of happy for him, but all kinds of sad that I have to face up to the fact that my little guy is no longer a little guy. He's a big tall guy with a job and a car payment and a rockin' band.

Happy birthday, bubba. Your a dolt now (okay, sorry. Your mom made that joke when I turned 18, and I didn't think it was funny then, either). Money's in the mail.