Myra McEntire

If you were my child, I would staple you to your bedroom wall.

Most of what I say is complete truth. My edit button is broken.

It's amazing what flipping a grown man over her shoulder does for a girl.

Hey, bro, do you think you can put Shorty back on her chain?"I stepped forward with my hands on my hips, only slightly intimidated to find Kaleb almost eye level with me when he was seated and I was standing."First of all, no one is the boss of me but me. Secondly, if you ever reference my 'chain' again, I will kick your ass." I jabbed him hard in the chest with my finger. Possibly breaking it. "And thirdly, don't call me Shorty."Kaleb sat silently for a second, his eyes wide as he looked at Michael. "Where did you get her? Can you get me one?"I blew out a loud, frustrated sigh and dropped down beside Michael, who didn't even try to hide his smile. "You should probably apologize to Emerson.""I am sorry." Kaleb grinned at me. "Sorry I didn't meet you first.

I'm simply reminding you that you're worth more than what you'll find at the bottom of a bottle.

For a chance with you, I can wait.