My 13-year-old KitKat allowed me to post this. She actually wrote about me for an English paper. The title is attention getting, yes? One-two author punch!
I think she loves me. It gives me the sniffles, and my favorite presents never came with a bow, anyway. I'll add this to my list of favorite things.
Thanks again, baby. I forgive you for the in-utero stretch thing, you know, where you hit my bladder and my diaphragm simultaneously whenever I had hot coffee on my tray, taking orders at Cracker Barrel.
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