“I don’t like your snarkitude.”
– Whatever. I’m still right.
“I just want to get my wobble off.”
– After an ear infection, it feels good to release the dizziness.
“Maybe I’m allergic to doing anything.”
– Must be no-can-do season.
“That’s genius what I just did!”
– She put granola on coffee ice cream.
“We’re going to have to listen to this again. In silence.”
– I now know I shouldn’t talk while certain songs play.
“Armmitts!”
– When her fingers are frozen she puts’em in my pits.
“You don’t always have to have the hits.”
– Sometimes the song that’s on is the song you’re meant to hear.
“It’s chillunky.”
– Somewhere between Miles and The Meters lives a musical genre that henceforth shall be known as…”
“I’m not sure I like the sound of bubble cackles.”
– When you need the bath bomb pop to stop.
“My vortex is not great today.”
– Some days she’s a whirlwind of words. Other days, not so much.
“My nice only happens in certain spurts.”
– Thankfully, her not nice happens in less frequent spurts.