Mark is fabu, plain and simple. There are not many other guys I know who can give me sewing tips AND brainstorm on a flame-throwing motorcycle project. He wouldn't take his fur vest off to fight in Thunderdome because it would have ruined his look. He's cute and sweet and has a lovely laugh, and is terribly patient with chaos and crazy chicks reigning all around him, yet can be acidly funny with his scorn. He's the brother I wish I always had, but even better as I'm sure he wouldn't tell Mom or Dad about all my transgressions. Dangit, he'd probably encourage them.