"Angel, get your ass down from there." She's going to be the death of me. It's been two weeks since the BBQ, and everyday since then has been a trial.
I didn't know that breaking her out of that shell was going to unleash hell on my head. The girl is always getting into s**t.
She's like a new born colt that finally found its legs and starts galloping all over the place.
"Catch me, Colt."
She let go of the hoisting rope and flew at me, f*****g nut.
"What the hell are you doing, Angel?"
"Rappelling, you know, practicing for when I go rock climbing."
"For when you what, who said you were going rock climbing?"
"Jared's gonna take me, off the cliffs at Devil's Walk."
Jared's going to get my foot up his ass. I've been slowly drawing her out of her shell, and she's been a little
