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| The coat was his gift from me, the gun, from his dad and the pants, from himself. Hick much? |
Hunting. Duh.
He also played crib with his dad, went Hollywood Hunting (which is when you drive around in a truck through trails to find a target, for all you non-Hicks) and visited his Grandfather's farm. Cause he's so Rock'n'Roll.
I am unexplicably in love with that man.
Here's to another year of country-singing, Lucy-loving, sleep-talking, Western-quoting, gun-toting Andrew.
Happy Birthday Andrew. Be happy I didn't put a bunch of embarassing pictures of you, as I had originally planned.
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| The cake I made for his 24th. He didn't get one this year, because he is a grownup now. |
I think he looks quite dapper. But then I am from the south and spent my summers on a pig farm growing up.
ReplyDeleteAlso, the caption under the cake made me snort.
Happy Birthday, Andrew! Also, does this mean I have three more years of not being a grown-up? Yay!
ReplyDelete@Lauren
ReplyDeleteHe is quite proud of his outfit, but was initially disappointed that his camos did not match. Obviously, the deer might notice the discrepancy between the woodland upper-half and the marsh-grass lower-half.
Also, the pigs must have smelled delightful. Although Andrew likes the smell of a dairy farm, because "cow shit smells like money".
@Stephanie
That's exactly what it means! (I'm just attempting to push back the aging process by changing my own defnition of "grownup".) ENJOY CHILDHOOD WHILE YOU CAN!