Better to be screwed physically than financially.
Life had sure been simpler when I hadn't dated.
If this were the fifties, she’d be checking Sam’s collars for lipstick stains. (Did people do that anymore? Why did women kiss collars, anyway? Besides, Sam almost always wore T-shirts.)
Don’t go looking for trouble; it’s already looking for you.
My bodyguard was mowing the lawn in a pink bikini when the body fell from the sky.
I had two cups of coffee, put Eric's jeans in the washer, read a romance for awhile, and studied my brand-new Word of the Day calendar, a Christmas gift from Arlene. My first word of the New Year was 'exsanguinate.' This was probably not a good omen.