my mother...

My mother got her motorcycle license,
AND THEN SHE BOUGHT A MOTORCYCLE!

My brother put strobe lights in the grill of his truck.

My dad...well I'm not sure about him yet.

This is all going to prove how much my family needs me. Look at them!! They all go crazy when I leave.

That's it. I think I need to go back home. It's obvious that my family needs to consult me before making major decisions.

So watch out Illinois drivers! And mom...we need to work out a dress code. I can't have you embarrassing me. No leather fringe, no leather mini-skirts, NO MINI-SKIRTS at all, no excessive biker paraphernalia. And if you get a tattoo, it must be smaller than the palm of your hand, and hidden under clothing. And what else?...oh well, we will make up the rules as we go.