My brother and I don’t speak. My sis and I, when work and other interruptions allow, speak pretty much nonstop. Now I’ll grant you, my sister doesn’t get mistaken for Mia Farrow. Perhaps Bette Davis in her heydey, but unfortunately not Mia Farrow. I still love her. So… G and I did a quick round…
Perfecting the Art of Insanity, One Day at a Time
