Sometimes when I wake up I find notes from Joey that go something like this:
"Dear Jill, I love you. Put more music on my ipod. Thanks. I love you so much.
love, your favorite brother Joey"
*I get at least one note a week. At least he knows he's my fav. Love that
little freakin' buff guy...who can now beat me up and win at arm wrestles. Ah, shiz.