The other week, while stopped at a red light on the way home from swim class, I asked Noli if there was any special song she wanted to listen to. She immediately requested “blame it on my juice.” (We’ve been listening to a lot of Lizzo lately.) It was a hot day and the car was stuffy, so as the spangly, opening guitar chords began filling the car, I rolled down all of the windows.
I'm the pudding in the proof
I'm the pudding in the proof
I'm the pudding in the proof
The other week, while stopped at a red light on the way home from swim class, I asked Noli if there was any special song she wanted to listen to. She immediately requested “blame it on my juice.” (We’ve been listening to a lot of Lizzo lately.) It was a hot day and the car was stuffy, so as the spangly, opening guitar chords began filling the car, I rolled down all of the windows.