...for my white trash baby brother's 40th Birthday Bash. We're staying with them and their 4 kiddoes (all under age 9.) Pray for us.
Incidentally, one of his HS buds will be there. The last time I say the kid was in 1982 when he was back from a day partying at Lake Murray, drunk and climbing a tree in our Mom's front yard in nothing but his tighty-whities and pair of cowboy boots. That kid now flies for American.