Here’s what’s interesting: even if a person really likes to joke, there’s no guarantee that he has a sense of humor.

When my grandfather died, my mother and her brother and sisters fought for a long time over who would get my grandfather’s apartment. Mother refused the apartment because we have everything, even housing for our children. Uncle also refused, because the younger sister needs housing, she has 3 children, the husband dropped away. The middle sister refused because she lives in another city. And the younger didn't want to take the housing, because she considered it unfair, why she had everything and the others nothing. Hard to agree.

I suppose we already have rocks.
Where are the rosemary who are good?