If I quit having fun, then it's time for me to quit working.

You catch more flies with honey than you do with vinegar.

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.

This was an unpleasant trend. I didn’t want a lot of guys popping in and out of my bedroom. I wanted one who would stay.

I gave myself a mental shake. Snapping out of a slump, that was what today was all about.

The world seemed a bad and terrible place, all its denizens suspect, and I the lamb wandering through the valley of death with a bell around my neck.

I wish," I said. "I could save orgasms in a jar for when I need them, because I think I have a few extra.