I was in my
bathroom, flapping my arms like a duck in an effort to dry my deodorant before putting my
shirt on. (I bought the darn gel kind by mistake…grrr). Taite walked in, took
one look at me, and asked, “Why are you flapping your wings?”
“I’m just trying to make my deodorant dry
faster,” I laughed.
“Oh,” she said, and joined in the flapping. “When it’s dry, let’s fly to Las Vegas.”
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