Feeding my soul like a boss with Quincy Jones tonight while I’m waiting on Thing 2 to finish orchestra practice.
Funny. Mention my soul and Livin’ on a Prayer comes on.
La niña has finished fiddling around and is now doing some home work. She said, “Wish me luck.”
“Wrong kid. Wrong language,” she said and I heard her eyes rolling.
“Wrong. That’s just wrong,” she said and stomped off to her room where nobody’s around to inflict bad Franglish on her.