|Me, a volunteer at school with duct tape to promote convos.|
I'd like to celebrate the clever and delightful young woman who prances around my home masquerading as a teen, when in reality she is a wise and soulful friend.
She has three current missions:
1. Make sure I don't wear clothes to work that look like carpet
2. Feed granola bars to beggars stationed at busy intersections
[Read Adventure Hour . . . ]
3. Say things I don't want to forget, so I write them down
She is practically impossible to embarrass and I try wholeheartedly.
Let me know if this works . . .
|“You know, I'm a pack-rat, but I don't collect things, I collect people.” After combing through list of Facebook friends and downsizing from 600 to 300.|
|Friend: “Have you heard 60 is the new 40?”|
My Daughter: “My mom is old, too.”
|“Apparently, there is a limited number of times you can change your name on Facebook.”|
|Grandpa: “Ignoring the phone does not stop it from ringing.”|
Daughter texts me: “I don't think he knows how to ignore calls.”
|Me: “I was born to be chauffeured.”|
Daughter: “You were born to walk.”
|Me happily checking in on Foursquare|
Daughter: “People know your location now. They could kill you.”
|Me coming home late from the office|
Daughter: “Maybe you'll divorce work!”
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