Explain to me how he [her son] can ride a bicycle, run, play ball, set up a camp, swing, fight a war, swim and race for eight hours ... and has to be driven to the garbage can.
Erma BombeckHello there. I'm out social climbing, but if you leave your name and number and if you're anybody, I'll get back to you.
Erma BombeckI never go to a college reunion that I don't come away feeling sorry for all those paunchy, balding jocks trying to hang onto youth. I feel sorry for the men, too.
Erma BombeckYou become about as exciting as your food blender. The kids come in, look you in the eye, and ask if anybody's home.
Erma Bombeck