Saturday, January 03, 2004

Last night Lyman was watching football. My sister called to ask him some questions about property and law. They have always had a rapport that I've been half-jealous of stemming from their similar senses of humor.

They were on the phone at least half an hour.

At the end of that time, Lyman handed me the phone, and said, "Tell your sister to get a boyfriend and quit calling me on Friday night."

OK, maybe you had to be there.

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