Two down - One to go

I got so wrapped up in the problems with the methysergide, I forgot to post about my son's graduation.

John, the second of my three sons, graduated from high school on Friday, May 26.  I got hit as we were waiting for things to get started.  I said screw what anyone thinks.  I am NOT missing another graduation.  (I missed the oldest son's graduation because I was on the road on a computer consulting job)  I whipped out a pre-filled trex syringe and shot the attack down right there in the grandstands.  After about 7 minutes of rocking, groaning and holding my head, it was business as usual.  Got some great pictures and really enjoyed myself. 
 
My oldest boy came home on pass to watch his brother graduate, but he got called back to Fort Polk on that Friday morning and didn't get to see it.  #@$%&^* Army!  I'd like to give his @#$% C.O. a piece of my mind.   
 
Breathe, Mike...in...out...in...out...whew...   
 
Anyways.  Where does the time go?  It seems like just yesterday I was pushing him on the swing and wrestling around on the floor with him. He's moving out of the house next month.  He and a friend are going halves on a two bedroom apartment in town.  It's going to be different having only one kid in the house.   
 
My youngest will graduate next year.  Can you say Empty Nester?  I thought you could. Talk about mixed emotions.  I'm looking forward to it, but then again...