Checkers taught me that a King is a man with another man on top of him. But life taught me that that's actually called a Queen.

I feel so fortunate to be one of the lucky ones who is so grateful and appreciative to know such great synonyms for thankful.

At any minute, I am four minutes from a poncho.

Leave no stone unturned in your quest to disrupt a rock garden.

Let no man's deathbed be a futon.

I have never been in a bad mood and near a beach ball at the same time. Causation? Correlation? Or fate?

I am completely attracted to the idea of simplicity, or at least removing things that seem unnecessary when trying to get an idea out there.