Please Lord.
Please let me get through Liv’s teenage years and still only be addicted to running.

Scene 1.  8:00pm last night

[Me] (yelling up the stairs as music blares through her closed door):  Hey Beanie?

[Liv]:  <sigh> WHAT?!?

[Me]:  What are you doing?

[Liv]:  <sigh>  Nothing.

[Me]:  Want to come down here with me?

[Liv]:  <sigh>  No.

[Me]:  Why not?

[Liv]:  <sigh> Cause I’m doin’ stuff.

I love Riesling.  Amen.

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