Hey cats,

My birthday, and my brothers birthday is this Saturday (we are twins).   Our names are Stuart and Erick, but a neighbor girl long ago just called us both Sterick, I always felt ripped off by this because my name only got two letters in it and Erick got his whole name smashed in there.

In years past our wives, have seen to it to throw some amazing parties.   Usually these constitute surprises and what not.

This year because of babies, which are wonderful by way, we are keeping things low key.  

Because of the lowness of the keys my sister sent the following email, which I find to be hillarious.

Because I will be unable to come up for your birthday, Mom will come bearing my gifts (just as she bore you 28 years ago and just as you bore her when you talk computers).   You will notice that each gift is marked "Sterick."  This is not because the gifts are the same, I have forgotten your names, or I can't tell you apart.  No.  This is because I believe both gifts are equally suited for both of you.  As a result, I have decided that fate shall determine who recieves which gift just as fate determined which of you would be called Stuart and which called Erick on that fateful day 28 years ago.  Of course, I shall never fuckith with fate.
 
Alas, I shall miss seeing you for your birthdays; however, my life is no longer mine own.
 
Regards,
Heather