i've been trying to steal my grandfather's handsome from old photographs...
i went to see my new neice today. she's about three weeks old and she's a tiny little thing. i think i'll name her "number four", considering she's the fourth neice my sister has given me. while i was visiting, i had a conversation with "number one" that went something like this...
alyssa: aren't you scared to live in that house?
myself: no. why should i be?
alyssa: because a lot of people have died there.
myself: uhm... nobody has ever died there.