So tonight was the birthday party for my brother and my cousin Matthew. Ergo I spent five hours (ack! It was five hours!) up the hill at the million-dollar house sitting around, watching various conversations, and generally staying out of the way. Although I was amused that, after Matthew's mother put the candles (those wonderful number candles) on the cake, my mom switched the digits in Brady's age. So everybody should wish a happy 12th birthday to my brother.
That's, well, about it.
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That's, well, about it.
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