That moment when youre tucking your austistic 9 year old daughter into bed and she breaks into song~ She aint into wine and roses. Beer just makes her turn up her nose. And, she cant stand the thought of sippin champagne. No Cuervo Gold Margaritas. Just aint enough good burn in tequilla. She needs somethin with a little more edge and a little more pain. Shes my little whiskey Girl. My Ragged-on-the-edges girl. Love you Bre and thanks Toby Keith :)
Posted on: Tue, 04 Mar 2014 05:06:00 +0000
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