Fundraiser T Shirt Quotes

And I need something for the bake sale this afternoon," she added. "What bake sale?" Another eye roll, accompanied by a foot stomp. "Daddy! The fundraiser for the eighth grade trip to Washington, DC! I've told you about a hundred times." I jumped off the bed and hitched up my flannel pajama pants. "Eighth grade! What the fuck, Millie, you're only in sixth. That trip is two years away--no wonder I filed that under Forget This Immediately." I went over to my dresser and grabbed a USMC sweatshirt, pulling it on over my T-shirt. That earned me a heavy sigh. "That's a dollar in the jar, Dad." "No, it's not! I was only at fifty cents." "The F word is a whole dollar, Daddy," Felicity informed me. "Oh, right." I paused. "You know what? It's worth it.

Mom won’t like Megan.” “That’s a bonus,” Alan said. “I love it when Mom has to pretend she likes someone she doesn’t. Remember when I was dating that dancer, and I told Mom she was a stripper? Priceless. You can’t buy entertainment like that." Drew pulled out his phone and spoke the words of his text message as he composed it. “Having a good Saturday? I’m helping my brother get ready for tonight’s seven-course gala dinner. Don’t worry, you can still wear your Beijing T-shirt. If things get too stuffy, you can liven things up by throwing a drink in someone’s face.” “She’d better not throw a drink in anyone’s face,” Alan said. “We’re serving red wine, and I have a new carpet in the dining room.” “It’s just one of our little in-jokes,” Drew said. “Based on what?” “She threw some water in my face once.” “Were you outside having a water balloon fight with a bunch of children?” “No.” “Were you washing cars for a fundraiser?” “No.” “Then I have to ask, big brother. Where were you, and what were you doing when this Megan girl threw a drink in your face?” “We were talking, in a pub.” Alan grinned. “I will pay for your entire wedding if you propose to her in front of Mom.