Happy 22nd birthday to the two losers flanking my left and right. In the hospital waiting room, I was reading a Reader's Digest article on Tasmanian devils when the news came back. I remember it like yesterday.However, I'd like to forget the actual, real live outhouse behind us that my dad scared up somewhere while hunting antiques.
Yes, I'd like to forget that.
4 comments:
I'm pretty sure that does NOT say 22.
I guess they've graduated from those bikes they used to be relatively fond of. Whoo.
are your brothers jealous of your good looks?
Are you the only one that wears the stripey shirts?
Holy cow! They really do have a crescent moon on the door!
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