They Say It's Your Birthday

BUT FIRST

And lastly, I blew out the candles. That's my grandmother.

Biker fairy princess Emily is twenty-two years old.

Then I tried on the leather jacket.

Woah, I can ride my motorscooter in style now!

Greg's speech in its entirety: Greater than goodness are the birthdays of my kin. So I shall speak of Emily, Lady of Cats. Few are the joys granted upon us mortals but when received are never forgotten. Thus I see all my family gathered to sing praises to you my sister. She owns the gift of speech and script. To the envious she is harsh, to those familiar to her forgiveness shall be swift. Blessings on your new hall and all those under it. We will treasure this year and all the rest until Ragnarok come."

The Emily is pleased by her younger brother's birthday speech.

Pictured above: My brothers and their girlfriends. Lady in the background is Teri, my aunt's latest venture.

I'm all twenty two and stuff, here are the pictures. Oh, and this blog sucks because the way it's set up I have to post things in the opposite of chronological order for them to come out right. For now, just pretend you've been reading backwards. Next time I'll get it right.