I may not be the most patient woman in the world, or the most glamorous, or the most athletic, but I’m right up there at the top of the line when it comes to resiliency.
Bob had a dog buscuit stuck to his head. “How does he always get food stuck to him?” I asked Morelli. “I don’t know,” Morelli said. “It’s a Bob mystery. I think stuff falls out of his mouth and he rolls in it. I’m not sure.” -Morelli And Stephanie.
I’m done with men. I have a hamster. That’s all I need.
My eyes rolled so far back in my head that I could see myself think.
Cupcake, you’ve been breaking my heart for as long as I’ve known you.
If God had wanted me to lose weight he would have made sure there was creamed spinach for dessert.
I could use some help with an FTA. What’s your problem? He’s old, and I’ll look like a loser if I shoot him.
I wasn’t sure exactly how prostitutes determined price, but if men bought hookers by the pound, these two would be doing okay.
The way I see it, life is a jelly doughnut. You don’t really know what it’s about until you bite into it. And then, just when you decided it’s good, you drop a big glob of jelly on your best T-shirt.
Sometimes it’s hard to tell what’s love and what’s only indigestion.
I wasnt always a writer. When I went to college and majored in fine arts, I was a painter. Then I was a stay-at-home mom.
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He rooted for the Mets, he wore Foot of the Loom underwear, and he drove a Buick. His loyalties were carved in stone and he wasn’t about to be impressed with some upstart of a toaster salesman who drove a Bonneville.
Everyone knows that if you buy chocolate with spare change, then the calories don’t count.
He asked me if I had adequate health insurance.
I checked my phone messages. Three in all. The first was from Joe. “Hey, Cupcake.” That was it. That was the whole message. The second was from Ranger. “Yo.” Ranger made Joe look like a chatterbox.
Ranger declined the butterscotch pudding, not wanting to disrupt the consistency of his blood sugar level. I had two puddings and coffee, choosing to keep my pancreas at peak performance. Use it or lose it is my philosophy.
I guessed my mother figured if my father got right down to the task of eating he wouldn’t be so inclined to jump up and strangle my grandmother.
Some people learn from books, some listen to the advice of others, some learn from mistakes. I fit into the last category. So sue me.
Everyone knew fear. It was the reaction that made the difference. Some people hated fear and avoided the experience. Some people endured it as a necessity. And some people became addicted to the rush.