Kids in Their Twenties
April is a party month. Judy-tudy and Mikey were born on this week twenty-four years and twenty years ago, respectively. And nothing says “happy day of birth” better than flashing back to some beach t-shirts, scuffed-up corduroys, missing teeth, and troll rings with cotton-candy-colored hair.
So here we go.
(I have a sneaking suspicion that this may be foretelling of what we will look like forty years from now. Except surrounded by grandbabies, of course.)