Scott's Graduation
My youngest brother graduated from Ball State today, which made me strangely weepy at times (it's just, there were all these people there who'd worked so hard to get their kids through school, and the band was so bad, which made me think of my high school band, which made me think of how it feels like high school was not that long ago, but now Scott is graduating from COLLEGE, and time is a bitch, and I like myself so much better now than I did in college, but I'm almost THIRTY, and Scott used to be 2 years old with a bowl cut, and then the woman was telling them they could move their tassels to the other side, and then blah, blah, future, empowerment, the rest of your life is ahead of you, blah blah blah).
Graduations are interminable and very rarely interesting, and though this speaker seemed like a nice man, it was not a very good speech. The upside was that I got to have a grilled cheese afterwards when we all had lunch/dinner at Mo's Irish Pub.
My brother and Ryne:
Graduations are interminable and very rarely interesting, and though this speaker seemed like a nice man, it was not a very good speech. The upside was that I got to have a grilled cheese afterwards when we all had lunch/dinner at Mo's Irish Pub.
My brother and Ryne:
I like the ketchup-covered french fry my mom is holding up in the bottom right.