Her face looked like it would shatter any second.

I'm going to kick you in the head when I get home. Repeatedly.

I’d signed six things and my stack wasn’t getting any smaller. It was like the paperwork was breeding while I worked.

Would you like to assist me with my choice of underwear as well?” My sarcasm whistled right over his head. “I would be delighted. While I’d love to see you in a balconette bra, I’m afraid for this particular occasion I would have to go with a foam-lined seamless due to the tight fit of the garment across your breasts . . . Perhaps I could come over and review what you have available . . .

Anger - a better alternative to caffeine.

Perhaps I just wasn't scary enough. Maybe I should invest in some horns or fangs.

What did you write on here? ‘Don’t die’?” “No, I wrote, ‘Don’t be an asshole!’”I headed for the house. “On yours or mine?” “On yours.” “Well, in that case, your magic isn’t working. I’m still an asshole.