Maggie doesn't know about Jesus being God or about tomorrow being his birthday.
She thinks we're nuts for dragging a tree in the house, and she doesn't get the point of hanging lights outside.
She sees fine in the dark.
If Jesus came by the house tomorrow, she'd bite his butt. She does that. She's bitten the drum teacher, most of Lily's friends, a few of David's, my sister-in-law, brother-in-law, the Zoots guy, and probably a few dozen others.
So I'm pretty sure if a bearded guy, with long hair, and a robe came to the door, she'd take a little chomp of His butt, too.
She can't help it.
Maggie likes big butts...I cannot lie...
and thighs, and the occasional ankle.
She thinks we're nuts for dragging a tree in the house, and she doesn't get the point of hanging lights outside.
She sees fine in the dark.
If Jesus came by the house tomorrow, she'd bite his butt. She does that. She's bitten the drum teacher, most of Lily's friends, a few of David's, my sister-in-law, brother-in-law, the Zoots guy, and probably a few dozen others.
So I'm pretty sure if a bearded guy, with long hair, and a robe came to the door, she'd take a little chomp of His butt, too.
She can't help it.
Maggie likes big butts...I cannot lie...
and thighs, and the occasional ankle.