Kell turned 30 last month. This called for t-shirts. Bright orange t-shirts that hearkened to his favorite color, his love of dachshunds and the number "22"...the age which he annually attempts to convince the nephews that he's turning. The age he shall perpetually be in all our hearts. Forever young.
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There was even a shirt for the baby? How stinkin' cute. This looks like fun. Oh, and what kind of cake is that? yum! Happy Birthday Kellen!
Me too. I'm still 22, you know.
That's no cake, my friend. THAT delectable confectionery wonder is affectionately termed "the bomb" and is lovingly hand-crafted each year by Kell's sister. It's an ice-cream, oreo, chocolate syrup dream of a frozen celebration.
...with the craziest candles I've ever seen!
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