Ella Dierks

*heavy laughter* "Ms. Heather...your breath smells like old tacos!" Every time she's at Champions in the morning, she makes it her goal to give me the chills. She sneaks up from behind me and whispers very slowly and softly, "the Dark Lord is coming for you." It freaks me out every time! I love her immensely for her humor. Or, as the Brits say, her humour. Whatever, England...but anyways, this particular morning, Ella did the usual...gave me the chills, then I flipped around to tell her how strange (secretly awesome) she is. That's when she made the taco breath comment. She snuck up on me again later that same morning and in the same manner as before, whispered "the Dark Lord wants old tacos." To which I replied, "...or to smell my breath, apparently." She found this highly amusing and laughed hysterically. Then proceeded to play with my hair the rest of the morning. The ONE TIME I forget to brush my teeth and went to work with coffee breath...