A Whole Lot of Nothing
She loves my arrow wound.
Carpooler, carver, church crasher.
Smart. Beautiful. Funny. I kind of hate her.
He’s a dad. He has a backpack.
Balloons come out of her head.
My ducking fave! Strategically.
She took my picture once. Then I died.
She puts the “palm” in Palmolive.
She’s my niece and was the flower girl in my wedding. That hurts me more than it hurts you.
I’m the President of her fan club.
Kids, kids, everywhere.
Obtainer of street food.
Cartwheelin’ in the girl’s room.
Easily distracted while bowling.
Somewhere on the New Jersey turnpike.
Sash maker. Bedazzler. Au jus!
Together, we are the Volturi.
Moosh in Indy
My son’s future mother-in-law.
Run and tell that, homeboy.
The Pioneer Woman
The doer of splits.
Sarah and the Goon Squad
Beer, sports and Def Leppard. Need I say more?
Secret Agent Mama
The bringer of sunshine.
I could drink a case of her.
Making me cry since 2007.
As God is her witness, she will never be hungry again.
The Southernmost blogger.
Twenty-Four at Heart
The OC OG.
She is so drunk.
I love her from here to the Paper Moon.