Last week, I was playing a monster high app with Maggie on the (TINY!) iPod. I tried to select a necklace for the monster girl we were designing, but it wouldn't click.
"Here," said Maggie sweetly. "I'll click that for you. Your fat fingers are useless."
A week before that, she out of the blue says to me, "I peeked on you when you were in the shower the other day, and I saw your butt. It's fleshy, and bumpy, and moley."
For no reason she tells me this!
I thought she'd said moldy, which really hurt, but she clarified that no, it just has moles on it.
So, whew, I guess. My self-esteem is just through the roof.
I might have to buy this swimsuit:
It's Beyonce, and her swimsuit says "99 problems but my ass ain't one"
Ha! Take that Maggie! I'm gettin' it!