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:
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.