"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??"