Now we are. - We're ready!- Say "cheese." - Say "cheese"!Back in '68, when I was sweeping up hair in that barbershop,I had this mental picture of the family that,if I was lucky enough,one day I would end up with- perfect wife, perfect kids.Guess what. I didn't get any of that.Wound up with this sorry bunch.And I'm thankful for that every day.Well, most days.I think I'm just gonna go with the Elvis stuff.Yeah. I would.Uh, to the right. To the right.A skosh to the left.There we go.Whatever. I'm gonna have to take the picture downwhen I repaint the wall anyhow.- Kill me now. - What?Don't know how I got so lucky.I love you.
