Blake was 8 when I met him. Today, he turned 18. I can’t even.
There was a time when we didn’t get along too well, but now I can’t even imagine not having him around. He’s one of the few people I can talk to about music and is pretty much down for any of my weird ideas. (“Why yes, I DO in fact want to help you make STD cookies, Erin. That sounds like a smashing good time.”) He’s amazing with Chooch (even when he makes me think he’s going to drop him on his head), has way better style than anyone I know, and is my favorite Scattergories partner. Basically, he’s pretty much the coolest person I know.
Happy birthday, Blake! Don’t let your dad take you to any strip clubs, unless you want to spend the whole night checking for Adam’s apples.