My second favorite household chore is ironing. My first being hitting my head on the top bunk bed until I faint.

I got to thinking one day about all those women on the Titanic who passed up dessert at dinner that fateful night.

Children make your life important.

Sometimes I can't figure designers out. It's as if they flunked human anatomy.

I come from a family where gravy is considered a beverage.

. . . but mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute - look at it and really see it - live it - and never give it back.

The family. We are a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms. . . and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together.