Me: S-H-O-P Friend: How do you say it Me: "Shop" Friend: What do you do when you get to a green light
A boat-ique. ...I'll get my coat.
Her: Over there. How far along is she Me: Her I'm shopping for my Thanksgiving pants. Her...
The spelling.
Disney spells.
I love you, but I'm sick of yellow light always breaking us up.