Or as Uncle Daron said of the 8-year-old, “She wanted BLACK Chucks? Uh oh, she’s gonna be that girl.”
Engrossed in poetry on a Capitol Hill Saturday, at Seattle’s still-best bookshop.
Is it humanly possibly to say no to this? It’s like Machiavelli disguised as a baby bunny, the manipulation is so pwecious and adowwabow!
Mama’s bed is the hot spot for wearing a cat as a hat.