When the Chi Tea is gone, the pouting starts.

See this Marv

A couple of years ago, my brother left a can of chi tea at my house over a family filled weekend.  When I found it I felt bad that Marv had forgotten it. When I called him, he said, I left it on purpose because I didn't like it.  Well then, I had to check it out. 

And now after about two years I am at the end of the can.  I am screaming for more. Mostly because I got addicted to it.

The moral of the story is, never give anything your sister you can replenish over time. 

Sadness, pouting, begging.
Carol

This is for my brother.

Kristi wrote me and ask about the picture of us toasting to the wine maker, my brother Vern.  Well, the truth is that it's a little blurry. Hum, it might be because of the wine I had enjoyed through the night that made my hand shakier or maybe its just me. 

The group decided to toast my brother for the great wine he made and we shared with them.  To you brother. I love you.

Your little sister
Carol