A Scandinavian Birthday of Enormous Import

It is a beautiful and wondrous day outside.  With the sunshine, I muse with the quandaries of family dynamics I experienced last night at my mother's monumental marking of a milestone birthday.  I imagine it has left us all exhausted.  We dined at a venture entertained by my nephews.  I now split the business down the middle and thus dangers of an endeavor like that.  In all appearances, things are going swimmingly, but there is an undercurrent as well.  As we come into Apocalyptic business time, the curing of human meat become vital.  Crops will fail, and thus only mystical animals will survive to produce milk and cheese and wizardry slaughter will become more unethical.  Karma will become part of the acts of every day.  Butcher shops will become obsolete.  I start a trust for my eldest nephew in Britain, where he should have been educated the whole time from the beginning.  Prince Charles would have a son to hunt with in Scotland, and The Queen would have help siring Corgies.  My eldest nephew is actually a breeder of dragons.  He did the art and animation for How to Train Your Dragon and almost did all the voices too.  It would have made him tremendously schizophrenic.  They sit in pods overseas, in Norway, that are imaginary and mystical, but now they can be moved and evolve and be birthed in the lower part of the Highlands over Loch Lomond.  I was there when I was 18 after a year of torture in Glasgow, by The IRA, at Glasgow Engineering School.  Nessy had an appearance with a small offspring of unknown sex.  I turned in into a win, became an all around mystical engineer rock star, and now they can work diplomacy in the Middle East.  Kenny, you can come out of hiding and appear before me again.  So now I say to my nephew that these dragons will be avian predators, not the mystical of a reptilian form.  Fight of predators that large is actually impossible.  Just know that the scales on a reptile then evolved into feathers on birds bodies.  You will get to train this force there in Scotland, and then go to boundary and restrain Irish colony.  They relate best to the mystical.  They need to fear an entity from above that swoops in with silence.  Now my other nephew has the hookups, but not the lookups, mystically.  Nephew 1, bring nephew 2 into your Dungeons and Dragons circle and I will knight you both if you can create believable female avatars that are based on your memories of me from when you were young.  We developed that game (I gave it to Tim Jenson in a dream series.) in Owatonna when I was 11.  I had a crush on him, and thus I was very guarded about my feelings and just concentrate on the game.  He was United Methodist, too, and we would play after church on Sunday.  It was made for special specials like the two of you and can unite boys in a BROTHERHOOD that goes beyond play.  As your grandmother sets off for Ireland, find the crest that best suits the space you work in and keep it in back.  Have your metal worker erect it for free.  Think Sweden and Ireland.  Mystically bind it with Germany.  We will evolve the Skol chant for The Vikings as that ship sets sail for a hollodeck lead by nephew 2.