Dorothy might be dressed like a mom in the pick up lane with her cuffed skinny jeans, ballet flats, and peasent top, but she had mad game. (Not true. She has no game at all. She just demands to be hoisted aloft so she can stuff the ball in the net (bup, she says, arms raised imploringly, bup).).
Because there is obviously something wrong with us, we let Harrison have a 6-kid slumber party on Friday night for no other reason than he wanted to. WHAT THE HELL? WHAT WERE WE THINKING?
Put Dorothy in this get up to annoy Ben and Harry, but the Packers lost, and now they think it is a good luck charm.