Lizzy. Liz. Limp Biscuit. Wagz. Wagonah. Wizzy.
Lizzy isn't the best driver... to say the least. So after almoskilling us for the billionth time, this is what she said...
"You know what guys, I'm just livin' on the edge... you know like that Aerosmith song." -Lizzy
"Isn't that "Livin' on a Prayer"? -Shayla
"And isn't that by Bon Jovi?" -Me
Now with another driving situation. We were driving to different graduation parties, and Lizzy accidently put her car into "S"...
"S means self destruct, Lizzy!" -Shayla"
"It does?!" -Lizzy
(Awkward silence)
I spit pop all over her entire leather interior and all over Molly's pants. Lizzy continues to freak out saying "I can't do this... I can't do this..." See, Lizzy doesn't like messes. Or germs. Or certain words. Like moist, poop, panties, plop, stinky... the list goes on and on...
Speaking of Lizzys driving... You know those little stop signs that are on the sidewalks for the pedestrians and bikers... Lizzy stopped at one of those. On a busy street.
One icy winter night, Lizzy and I were driving somewhere away from her house when she realized that she forget to feed her "pet" on Petville. She slammed on the breaks and we skidded across the ice, again, almost dying.
Another thing about Lizzy is that she is very emotional when it comes to... dogs, and old people.
We had to watch the movie Marley & Me during Creative Writing. This ended with me whipping tears AND blood from her face. She gets bloody noses really easily.
As we were on our way to our favorite place to eat, Fuji Bay, we saw an old man driving on the sidewalk near the movie theater, definitely looking lost. Lizzy began to cry. On that very same trip, there was a old man trying to get onto the interstate but no one would let him on. Again, Lizzy cried.
One day, at school, during lunch, Lizzy looked up and simply said:
"When did we get ceilings?"
This is a conversation we once had on Facebook
7:45pm Abbie: hehehe guess where i am right now
7:45pm Lizzy: Iguana
7:45pm Abbie: yupp so warm
