I am 44 years old and still have to sit at the kids
table. This weekend we drove north to
East Grand Forks for my Father in Laws 81st birthday, 8 hours in the
car each way. Gas prices suck there too,
speed limit is a bit higher in Minnesota than Wisconsin, you can go 70 on the
interstate, and in North Dakota you can go 75.
I drive a minivan, don’t feel to cool going 75. Back to family time, my wife is the youngest
of 6 and I am younger than her by 3 years so when I first fell into the family I
was much younger than the rest of the group,
I remember rocking out my zubaz and had long hair and earrings. My things have changed now no hair and no
earrings but I still have my 25 year old zubaz.
The birthday party brought out the usual, everyone brings their A game
best pot luck food, I bring my appetite and my smarty pants attitude, the
sister inlaws were all sitting around talking about 31 bags ( much more fun at
the kids table ), I overheard it that conversation and said 31 bags there are
only 6 of you. I guess I no longer
wonder why I have to sit at the kids table.
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