everything is about Livvy.

Livvy: "And then I have to walk up two flights of stairs in my towel!"
Lames: "I am all for that. heh. heh."

"Lames, you don't think I'm funny."

"I know this is going to show up on my blog tomorrow, but I'm funny. It's one of the things I'm good at, and I don't get enough appreciation for it."

Way to be predictable, Livy.

Me: "Alisa, remember that time you sent me a Facebook message saying we should be friends?"
Alisa: "I was being proactive!"
Me: "See, she knew who she wanted to be friends with."
Alisa: "Yep!"
(a pause)
Livy: "...WAIT, HOW COME YOU DIDN'T KNOW YOU WANTED TO BE FRIENDS WITH ME???"

"Hey Lames, look at the note I left you in your notebook."

"I’m not doing anything funny anymore, and you guys will be sad."

"I'm just saying, when I take the funny away, it's gonna be rough."

Picaboo! Where's Livy? Where's Livy?

She knows.

Us: We're going to miss you Livy.

Olivia: I know.

"Me?"

Me: Guess what I was dreaming about when my alarm woke me up this morning.

Livy: Me?

"You love bacon more than Liver??"