Yesterday was the graduation at the air force academy, so Troy and I drove one town over and hit it up.  By hit it up, I mean we sat in a field across from the stadium and waited for the important part.  The important part is the end because that’s when the Thunderbirds put on a show.

I brought my camera and Troy brought a space shuttle, to each their own.

He occupied his time while we waited and waited for the show to start by loading “moon rocks” into his Thunderbird.  Clearly the difference between aircrafts is really not that important to him.

The Thunderbirds busted out over the stadium and Troy fah-reaked.  He is going to end up a pilot and not a NASCAR driver, thank you very much.

I honestly vote no for both professions.  I would prefer something a tad more safe, like an esthetician.  Momma could use some help with her pores, Troy.

You don’t hear about many estheticians being hurt on the job.

I can’t imagine being the mother to one of these pilots.  I bet they have clogged pores and totally bite their nails all the time.

Those crazies flew right over us too.  My ears are still ringing, at least Troy had the common sense to cover his.  He probably learned that during flight training.

I’m sure you are probably wondering why Zoe didn’t go, that’s because she was actually at the graduation.  She didn’t graduate, she was in the audience with my mother.  After the ceremony, the cadets throw their graduation caps in the air and then the people in charge invite the children down to the field so they can gather up one of the caps to keep.  The cadets just leave their caps lying there, isn’t that weird?  Anyway, it’s smart to let kids pick them up, hello free labor.

Zoe is super proud of her cap and get this, it had $20.11 taped to the inside to represent the Class of 2011.

To summarize, I might be deaf, Troy thinks astronauts fly jets and Zoe turned a profit at graduation.

Now get the hell out of here.