I called her that for years.
But what I found out? On our recent trip to our darlin' girl's fair campus? She's all Carrboro-Girl. Carrboro is Chapel Hill's smaller, cooler, smarter neighbor. But not annoying like smaller, cooler and smarter neighbors can often be.
Carrboro has really cool brick sidewalk water pipe covers, which Mistah coveted:
I planned to make my world-famous linguini-and-clams, and my equally world-famous pasta-broccoli, and thought I'd quickly and quietly whip it up in a quiet house full of the sound of studious studiers studying, but the girls were in the moment, and part of it all, and chopped and rinsed and stirred and set the table and warmed the bread and it was one of those magical, everyone-in-it-together evenings of pure bliss.
Shawty was my clam girl.
Colleen was my clam-scooper-girl.
Thank you for a magical time. Now get out there and conquer the world.