Dyxie: Tweet tweet.
Dyxie: Partridge family.
Dyxie: Drip.
Dyxie: Downtown.
Dyxie: The check, please.
Dyxie: Anxiously eager.
Dyxie: ♥ ♥.
Dyxie: ♫ ♪ Sistah, you've been on my mind ♪ ♫.
Dyxie: Myopia.
Dyxie: Mountains of BBQ.
Dyxie: Preppy.
Dyxie: Beep, beep, beep.
Dyxie: Bed.
Dyxie: My shopping partner.
Dyxie: Cheeburger! Cheeburger!
Dyxie: Basket o' fried.
Dyxie: Snickerdoodle.
Dyxie: Happy Mother's Day.
Dyxie: Step on a crack. Break your Mama's back.
Dyxie: T W T F.
Dyxie: No parking.
Dyxie: Crisscross.
Dyxie: Parker Mason.
Dyxie: How many pictures can I take of this same thing? I'm guessing 53 more.
Dyxie: I'm 39 and 3/4 going on 12.
Dyxie: I like to crop out my five-head.
Dyxie: oh hai jeans that haven't fit in 3 years. I've been missing you.
Dyxie: When I need her to get into her carrier, she acts like I am pouring acid on her. Now? She's just chillaxin'.
Dyxie: He loves me. He loves me not. He totally loves me.
Dyxie: Vans.