Hannah banana's birthday

We were invited out last night to Oliver's for Hannah's birthday celebration. She's the ripe ole age of 22 now...don't we just hate her?! It was mostly people from the motorcycle gang & some of her other friends came too.
Jeremy wore these shoes to my house last weekend & I was like, "Whaaaat are those?!" And he is at no loss for words like his sister & we had a 15 minute conversation about them. Apparently they are the "in" thing for runners. I don't run so I wouldn't know.... I think they look like he stepped in mud. But he did say, "Geez, everyone wants to take pics of my shoes..." But please note how he lifted his pant leg up. He enjoys the attention - he ain't foolin' me...

Ahh, the lovely photo bomb... I can't decide if Hoosier was photo bombing the pic or mimicking Brad's 'habit' of doing this weird thing with his tongue when he concentrates?!

Wonder what they're talking about? Motorcycles?! I remained pretty low key, like usual, where the motorcycle gang is concerned. I know, you're shocked. But I think I figured out what it is. They are all very nice & I DO like them, don't get me wrong. It's just that some of them act...uh...uhm...immature - silly - I don't know what the right word is?! Maybe that's how they have fun? I don't have fun that way... Jer says I don't have an open mind for the 'diversity of the group'. I say I don't have the patience for the 'diversity of the group'. I mean, I'm 33 3/4 years old. I'm too old for fake humping each other. I'm too old for standing right behind someone & acting like I'm going to lick them. I'm too old for jumping around & acting like a moron. Sorry, that's just how it is.

Maybe it's not patience I lack - it's just that I'm o-l-d?!