I'm going to tell you people one more time. After you park your car in the parking lot where I park every day, do not...I repeat...do NOT...walk out of said parking lot right smack in the middle of the driveway that I'm trying to pull into so that I can park in that parking lot.
I won't run over you today. I might not even run over you tomorrow. However, mark my words, one of these days I'm going to be up to my ears with dumbasses and I will run over you. Intentionally. With malice and aforethought.
You've been warned.
I love the sound of a sizzle. Water accidentally hitting a curling iron. A coffee pot being put back on the electric burner at the office. Checking the oil in a frying pan or an iron with a sprinkle of water to see if they're hot enough. Bacon.
I can't explain it.
When Ava gets in the top of her wooden swingset, she goes to the side, leans out ever so slightly and yells, "Top of the woild!"
Every. Single. Time.
I love that, too.