I almost forgot how beautiful you are.
Best compliment I’ve heard for a long time. Don’t know how to take compliments very well, but I’m trying.
My younger brother, Jerry, graduated from high school tonight. We had a big shindig at Meem and Peep’s house, so he could open his graduation gifts. After that, we went to Applebee’s for some deliciousness. I have to say that even though there were 498 graduates, the 1.5 hr graduation was nice and short. The past 3 college graduations that I’ve attended really make me HATE long ceremonies. Short speeches. Short graduations. Short weddings. Soooounds good to me.
I’ll be posting pics sometime soon. I have to resize them all and delete the crappy ones that I took. Oh, and believe me, I took some bad ones. I literally spent the whole time [while the other 497 names were being called] taking goofy pictures. This should be fun.
Let’s see how many bad pictures we can take of Lauren and Peter.
The running joke is that everytime Peter and I take a picture together, one of us is making a stupid face. I literally take 30 pictures at a time sometimes, and there is something wrong with every single picture. It’s crazy. I will be amazed if we ever take a picture together in which we both smile, have our eyes open, and aren’t making a stupid face. Anywho, these pics are from our half-a-day trip to Busch Gardens, Williamsburg. First, we decided to drive up to Richmond for Heather’s graduation party for a few hours, and then on the way back we would head to the Gardens for a few hours of fun. At the age of 22, I finally realize why my parents would never go on the roller coasters with me when I was 10. My stomach just isn’t what it used to be. I used to be the teacup champion. I could spin the crap out of that cup and make the people on it puke. Now after each ride, I go to one of those little Pet Shenanigan shows or Irish Dancing shows, so I can have time to regroup before the next roller coaster. So lame.