We are taking to break today to celebrate my baby brother’s birthday.  I know he hate’s it when I call him “kid” but I changed his diapers, so I have earned the right to belittle him as he ages.  Today he turns 30 (the new 18 or so I hear), soon he’ll be moving from the West Coast to the East Coast off on another adventure and I wish him all the luck I can.  I hope he has a fantastic day today and may the gods of the hangover not visit him in the morning.  Happy Birthday Mike!

Note: other family members who read this comic don’t expect this treatment every year.  A person only turns 30 once.