Friday, February 6, 2009
Me and My Little Brother
I'm sure Ryan just loves the fact that I have a scanner. I've been torturing him by posting really old photos on Facebook. It's just too much fun! Look how tiny he is in this one! I think we were 13 and 18 in this one. By this point, we still faught but we had stopped beating each other up. The last time we hit each other, we both got hurt. I'm glad we never made my mom lose her job from all the calls we made to her during our fights. She would eventually say something like, "You have to stop calling me. Just don't get any blood on the carpet!" HA HA!