Joe Arden amerikai

What’s not to love about being at a wedding? An entire day devoted to celebrating love while surrounded by family and friends? An opportunity to meld two separate worlds into a larger, richer community? Sign me up.

I don’t have to see something to believe it.

(első mondat)

I like a man who’s passionate, especially about books.

Note to self: should have had the ice cream after London danced for me, not before.
Maybe I can find a bucket of ice in this theater.

She also rattles off all her favorite numbers and her never-ever-play-at-my-wedding list.
“No ‘Macarena,’ no ‘Every Breath You Take,’ and no ‘My Heart Will Go On,’” she says, counting off on her fingers.
“Because it’s cheesy, because it’s a stalker song, and because no one wants to think of Leonardo DiCaprio dying.”

“But you’re kind of adorable.”
“Adorable?”
“Adorable is a good thing. Do not question the adorable compliment. It’s up there with hot, sexy, and smoking, but kind of better. In a class by itself.”
Here I thought adorable was reserved for puppies and grandmas. But nope, turns out adorable is hot. London thinks I’m hot.