My sister Julie blames me for the broken arm she got. I guess the angel that was delivering me was supposed to catch her as she jumped from the top bunk or something. How can it be my fault that my sisters angel was due in Frankfort at the exact time that I was born. And her arm wasn’t broken, her shoulder was out of the socket. Uncle Tim just popped it back in place. It is more painful for the shoulder to pop in than it is to pop out, as I am told everytime she gets really mad at me. This could explain why my sister has always hated me.
To be continued . . .