Sadie,
Happy birthday, brat!. Bet you thought I'd forget. Like I really want to give you the satisfaction of bitching about me to your friends. They might be some of the meanest mean girls I've ever met, but I've gotta love them because they all have crushes on me. Why would I tarnish the image by being a less than perfect brother? Unless you've already told them about the iPod incident of 2005. (I didn't really think Oober would eat it - that should count for something. Come on. You really need to forgive and forget).
Hope you hit up Mom and Dad for cash this year. If you get/got it, spend some of it and fly out to visit me. Now that you're Sweet Sixteen (talk about your misnomers), you might finally be cool enough to hang out with me.
Okay. Enough abuse. I hope you have an awesome day and really do come out here!
Miss you.
Love you lots,
D