Naturally, being a writer and completely bored, this happened…
She’s hyper, wicked fast and has a five, five and a half foot, vertical.
If you neglected to apply deodorant before you started sweating, well, you were shit out of luck.
My grandma, his mom, would say the same thing. Did she have a hairy chest too?!
I was one critter away from calling myself a Disney Princess. A different kind of princess. One that curses and carries around a can of RAID.
“It’s not how much we give, but how much love we put into giving.”
His eyes were blue, his smile was kind. He looked a little like Prince Harry.
This mom cracked me up. Cracked. Me. Up.
Obviously, I don’t spend a whole lot of time camping, or outside for that matter.
I grabbed my parenting shovel and started digging blindly, and I kept talking.