“Just do your best," Mom said. "You can't do any better than your best.”

“Im sorry it's just a little case of PMS that's all...Im just one big emotional wreck...Could you guys go get me some Midol and a Snicker”

“I like where I live,” he said, landing behind the side pocket in his best Peter Pan pose. “You two women are too flaky to put my family in your hands. Just ask anyone here. They’d agree with me!” Ivy huffed and turned her back on him, muttering under her breath, but I could tell she was relieved her new landlord wasn’t her mom.”

“Do your best, and be a little better than you are.”

“Do you have a finger stick?” she snapped. “No.” “Then let me cut your finger.” “You’re already bleeding,” I said. “Use your blood.”

“And I can't read your mind either, just your face.”

“Think of the celebrated artwork on your fridge. Your best effort plus the love of the Savior is a masterpiece. It's not about outcome; it's about effort.”