Is there a short-eared koobish, then?' Mmmyes ...' said J.Lo. 'But it is technically not really a koobish. Is more alike a kind of singing pumpkin.' We had conversations like these all the time, where I just eventually gave up.

I spy, with my little eye, something that starts with ... G." "Sausages.

The United States was a big country where everybody wore funny t-shirts and ate too much.

Is there a short-eared koobish, then?' Mmmyes ...' said J.Lo. 'But it is technically not really a koobish. Is more alike a kind of singing pumpkin.' We had conversations like these all the time, where I just eventually gave up.

What part of Canada are you from, honey?" "THE LEFT PART," said Jay.

Then it suddenly and theatrically began to clean itself in the way cats do when they want you to know what a big deal you aren't.

There was less than I’d expected in the rainy-day fund that Mom had kept in the bottom of an underwear drawer in a panty hose egg labeled ‘DEAD SPIDERS.’ As if I hadn’t always known it was there. As if I wouldn’t want to look at dead spiders.