My middle daughter turned 22 on Friday. Suddenly, she thinks she's old. Hmpf. What does that say about the rest of us? Anyway, I told her that's exactly why my age has been "Over 21" for quite a while now.
What fun would a birthday party be without presents and cake?
And, of course, how could anyone hold a birthday party without a Nerf Machine Dart Gun to liven up the festivities? I'm blaming this one on Cass' boyfriend. He spotted the gun on the toy shelf, got Dan to demonstrate it for him, and they brought it to the festivities. (Actually, I like the guy; he's smart, quietly humorous, fits in with my nutty horde, and employed!)
Hope you all had a great weekend, too, and successfully avoided getting hit by too many Nerf darts.