Ron and little brother Roger |
Joey |
Ryan |
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. -- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
"Who you gonna call?" |
There was an incident, about 10 years ago - that something very upsetting happened to me and I was driving home and meant to call the younger sister, but called the older one instead. When I started talking to her, I burst into tears (unusual for me) and she cried with me. So I should not sell her short - she is there for me, too - I just have to ask.
Jan said...
I hate the phone. I use it only for business so no one.
But, I don't call it in to them, because I always think I should be able to handle stuff.
At a party now instead of sleeping...