On the phone, calling me from her bedroom:
"Want to meet in the living room in 10 minutes for Zumba?"
"Want to meet in the living room in 10 minutes for Zumba?"
After some serious sprinting on our daily run:
"My uterus hurts. I think I strained my uterus."
"My uterus hurts. I think I strained my uterus."
"I'm all about hydration. With this dry skin?"
"I only talk on the phone to people I love. Except. Maybe my landlord."
And here are a couple "Summer-and-Kady-isms" that happened at the Jazz Club last night:
Summer: "That lipstick is hot pink coral."
Kady: "In other words, you don't want me to use your lipstick?"
Summer: "I was just warning you, Blondie."
Summer: "You don't often see a soprano sax."
Kady: "I thought that was a golden clarinet."
2 comments:
@Summer: when you have had seven children, talk to me about a sprained uterus.
My uterus is so unstrained it's not funny.
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