It's my youngest's 18th birthday today. He's a great kid. Best Friend, Tech Guy. Mechanic. Drinking Buddy. Pain in the Arse. 

I love him dearly.

And when I say dearly, I mean he's cost me a fucking fortune! :-))



And no, that's not his eye shadow running (he uses waterproof mascara, I believe) it's dirt and grime from his sterling efforts cleaning our next door neighbour's boat.

Many Happy Returns, son.