I’m a little late getting this Dayle-ism out.  We were texting back and forth on her recent trip back to Georgia.  Dayle knows that I love White Lilly flour, which you can only get East of the Mississippi, and she was at the grocery store picking some up for me when I got this text message…

“Ok I gotta go.  I’m in a grocery store and I’m sweating”

Which equals, I’m annoyed and hot.

Too funny!

This is the note that I found on my desk this morning from Dayle:

She rock the house!

“but our fabulousness is also a curse…”

She speaks nothing but truth…

Looking for the right word without being totally obscene?

“Jerk Ass”

Works everytime.

Thanks Dayle.

From a discussion about Dayle’s upcoming visit to Phoenix:

“i want to party like we are rock stars. . .or maybe more like a 29 year old that gets sleepy at 10pm and gets hangovers way too easily.”

“If you drink gin and juice in the morning before class then you go have a sausage biscuit before English class, you’re likely to feel sick.”