I’m pretty sure there isn’t a normal facet of my life.
My baby brother is turning 18 in a couple of weeks, which, yes is freaking me out like whoa. But he likes me enough to include me on the facebook invite that he sent out to all his teeny-bopper friends. And the best part had to be the description which may encapsulate our childhood:
“Yes, I’m turning 18 and having a party to prove it. My mom is making good Italian grub– and my dad will probably light something on fire. Anyway, come ready for an adventure.”
I mean really who talks about their parents like that, and more then anything, I can’t debate anything he stated.