Movin' on up...in years

You know you've finally reached a certain age when your brother pours himself a scotch and you decide to join him with a glass of Bailey's on the rocks.

And then this certain age is confirmed when your conversation leads to reminiscing about high school.

Seriously, this is exactly what my dad and his siblings do when they get together. Bourbon and waters all around and then chattin' 'bout the good ol' days, with the in-laws chuckling at memories (i.e. squirrel in the cafeteria, Patrick chasing it) that are funny even though they weren't there.

'Tis the season, I guess. We're finally having a "typical" American holiday.*

*Never mind the fact that it's Dec. 29, we're still waiting on two sibs to arrive, and we haven't opened presents yet. Technicalities.