My uncle Gil!
He's my uncle by marriage. That's him with my aunt. Gil cracks me up. A little secret: my aunt is totally robbing the cradle. I won't give away an age difference, but we'll just say that he and my husband are closer in age than he and my aunt. *nudge*wink*
One of the first times I actually hung out with Gil was at my aunt's house. I took my cousin to a play and hubby and I went in to say hi when we dropped her off. Gil had my aunt watching Jackass. Yup. Jackass. I was amazed. And he got a little bit of hero status because I'm pretty sure she would never have watched an episode otherwise. Is it sad that that's probably one of my first memories of him?
I also say "uncle" really sickeningly cutesy. Because it's funny that my uncle isn't terribly older than me. So it's really more of me being a butt. Are you surprised? You shouldn't be.
So happy birthday uncle Gil! I'll tell Tim to take it easy on you at jiu jitsu tonight.