The Fearsome Foursome Graduates

They did it!

The Fearsome Foursome, together since the sixth grade, walked across a stage one after the other to accept their diplomas!

I did it!

Or, rather, I didn't do it; I didn't cry!

I mean, at one point, my allergies got the better of me and I had to dab at my eyes a bit, but, ya know, springtime! Pollens!

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

 The Man-Cub seemed to have a problem with his middle finger; Tones was scandalized

 

 This will forever be my favorite Fearsome Foursome pose

 This is where they get their fearlessness

My son is officially a high school graduate; on to the next adventure!

Damn! The pollen count must be up again. I need to go dab at my eyes...

Party On, Garth. Party On, Wayne

Wayne's World reference! Who's with me?

Yes, I'm old, thank you for noticing. Please also notice the kick-ass pre-graduation party that I threw for the Cub and his friends today. And, by me, I mean, me, Mikey's family, Trace's family, my mother, the inflatable slide guy, and everyone else who pitched in to help.

It really does take a village, y'all.

Anyhoodle, on to the party as told in pictures, because, in addition to throwing this rager, I also attended two additional parties and got to spend some quality time with Phoebe, whose niece is graduating from Hooterville tomorrow; I am exhausted. I have no more words!

Ok, three more words: Tomorrow, he graduates.

Gulp.