Sunday, October 6, 2013

Story Telling

Shanna and I love to tell stories.
Sometimes when we are just hanging out,
 one will say to the other, 
"tell me a story."
We get our gift of story telling from Big.

She is in charge of remembering all 
our finer moments:
buttered toast,
Grandma and the policeman,
sh@t, I mean shoot,
Daniel and the gin,
Maggie and Toys-R-Us.

She's got a million of them. 

I'll let you figure out which story
this relates to:
And they lived happily ever after. 

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