Show me on the doll where the bad man hurt you.

Being married to a catastrophiser has its merits. I always have a fire extinguisher handy to squash spiders.

The Duchess in the Sound of Music must’ve been Regina George’s great grandmother.  Overheard her saying to Maria, “[Fiancés] are off-limits to friends. That’s just, like, the rules of feminism.”

Coal in my stocking again.  Meh, I’ll grill a steak.  Naughty pays off so handsomely . . . much better than nice.

I once proclaimed to my good friend, BC, that I want to reach that point in my life where I have more money than sense.  He responded that I have already obtained my goal.  I am not a wealthy woman . . .