If there is a hell and I go there, it will be miles of endless highway traffic.
My mood is most foul. This could be good because this type of thing usually precipitates a change for the better.
No one, not one person on this planet, is a better cook than my mom.
Strawberry Shortcake is back. I saw her at Target yesterday. Polly Pocket, who never entirely went away, was on the shelf across from her. I was scared.