my girl

man she can boil her mama's blood.

nary a lass to nail naughty like my priscilla.

she is my high priestess of highjinks.

'cilla's latest nonsense involves a box of dryer sheets and a 3 minute lag in supervision.

needless to say she {and her internal organs} are smelling april fresh.

i've succumbed to leashing her at all hours...much like those moms who tether their children at the mall.

{i'm one hamburger helper purchase away from collegiate sweats and a scrunchy}

but on a dime she can shift my temper tame.

gaga even.

this crazy girl whom i found on the side of the road.

cracking my heart wide open, pulling it wall to wall, ceiling to floor.