Birthday girl Angie...sassy, classy, and kickin' assy as she bids 31 adieu and ropes in a feisty number 32.
Birthday girl Andi tips her hat to her 20s while ushering in a new decade with the king of the smokin' guns...odds are Justin made the kill for this kickin' party! (Here's hopin' he left the Armadillos in Austin...)

Rolls, ribs, and root beer. These perty Roadies are all smiles!

Journi is wide-eyed, Christian is tuckered, and Xavier is boot scootin' to the deafening country tunes. (Peanut shells and sticky wipes aren't the only things we left behind. I am pretty sure my hearing can be found in booth number 63.)

After 32 ounces of courage in a cup, Ang is ready to take the reins.
Woo hoo! Ride 'em, cowgirls! Gram was cheering on the ladies as they tamed the wild bull of Roadhouse!

Nothin' says lovin' like a kiss, hug, and follow-up punch from the young'ins. Xavier was smoochin' on his cousin, ('cause we hear that's allowed in the South), Christian was snuggling with his Momma, and X tolerated me in his personal space long enough for a half second photo op. After the shot, I was immediately dissed and dismissed. I guess that's what Waylon meant when he warned us Mommas about letting our babies grow up to be cowboys...
Here's wishin' the girls a happy, happy birthday! Thanks for the trip to Texas! Next year, let's do Maui!
2 comments:
Ok, I am totally laughing my guts out right now.
LOL...me too!!!! ha ha ha...great pics!
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