Bless her heart.
She got it from her dad.
It's true I thought Sean Kingston's eyeballs were stuck on his plate, but trust me, she got it from her dad.
You know that song by One Republic about how it's too late to apologize? For years she thought they were saying it's too late to call the child.
Again, bless her heart. That sweet sweet heart that went out to that poor, poor child waiting to hear from his parents, who were never going to call because it was just too late.
I could go on, but . . .
Okay, so remember this catch phrase?
Course you don't. You're too young. But somehow my daughter found out about it because she recently busted it out, and it went a little somethin' like this:
And I quote:
"What 'chu talkin' 'bout Phyllis!"
Ah, she kills me.
You know what else kills me? Yesterday during tennis practice she hit a few dead tennis balls (on purpose) over the fence at the band, who was also practicing.
Don't ask. I choose to believe it was a term of endearment. I also choose to believe the drummer in the band is just as endearing because he threw his dead drumstick back at her.
Are they a match made in heaven or what? She is now the proud owner of one very dead drumstick. (How romantic is that?) And I am now on a mission to find the owner of the "other" drumstick.
As Gad as my witness, If I have to search every drummer in the state of Utah, I will find that prince charming and bring them together in holy matrimony before I shuffle off this mortal coil!
(I hope he's cute.)
You would do the same thing if the drumstick was on the other foot, right?
(And btw, yes, I told my daughter that she would be one dead drumstick if I ever catch her throwing tennis balls at the band again.)