I am way too old for this. Well, way too old for many things. Twenty-three just seems old. I know some of you may argue, but I digress. Atleast, it’ll be old until twenty-four. Oh the horror!
Here are some pics from Jes’ trip and Jayme’s birthday… sister lovin’. And some Dad lovin’ too.
Aren’t we just a big bowl of good times and delights?
Maybe we’re actually aging like fine wine. This picture doesn’t do my tan justice.
Look Dad, you made that. Or those. Three. Rather.