just kidding. he's only 34 but really, what's the difference?
making this day special for brandon has been the bane of my existence for over 10 years. he hates presents, goes into a diabetic coma with cake and is super sucky at telling me what he wants to do on his big day. however- every year we seem to pull it off and this year's no exception.
friday was his "guys" night which included a bromance movie, a lot of caffeine and gaming (3 out of 3 things i could never give him unless i shared some of my roll pack).
saturday was full of church responsibilities for the both of us so we saved the fun for sunday night. and can i just say, it was the best sunday night of my life. there is nothing better than laying under blankets on the grass with a belly full of swiss cheese and mushroom burger, laughing at stories i would only repeat if i were willing to lose friendships. (your welcome thera and jenna).
take that you damned recession. brandon may not have gotten the gun or other cool shwagg i wanted to buy him but looking up at the stars while telling fart stories and experiences with a sex crazed ghost was FrEE!
he did get one cool present. a tent for me to play with in the backyard with brooks. isn't that how it works?
best buds baby ade and uncle dave.