words, words, words.

What should I name my dog

“I’m coming over, you better not be Vintage American Girl Westie Coconut With Chariot And Tiara when I get there.”

Waiting in limbo while

Fiddle-toe, fiddle-twit,

I love asking people how their parents met. You always get an interesting reply. My best friend’s parents met on the relatively new internet in 1999. My other friend’s parents met at Burger King when one was the manager and the other was a regular customer. My parents met at the beach because they were neighbors in their rental houses, mom was on a church trip and dad was getting blackout drunk every night with his friends next door.

Guys. Come on now. I don’t want to make things too serious but here’s something you really have to remember: