jeudi 24 février 2005

This is the family I was born into.

My sister (yes, again, another surprise, I am not an only child even though I oft act like one), in a voicemail to me the other day:
Did you remember to send home the label of your latest issue of Time, because Daddy wants to renew it for another couple of years.
When does my subscription run out? October 2014. You read that right. 2014. I will be 34, and über-depressed when this subscription runs out. I just hope that my father is joking when he says that this is my only inheritance.