I come from a family where gravy is considered a beverage.
Every puppy should have a boy.
When they told me I needed a mastectomy, I thought of the thousands of luncheons and dinners I had attended where they slapped a name tag on my left bosom. I always smiled and said, 'Now, what shall we name the other one?' That would no longer be a problem.
Dreams have only one owner at a time. That's why dreamers are lonely.
I originate from a family where sauce is viewed as a refreshment.
I was too old for a paper route, too young for Social Security and too tired for an affair.