I tried, it was hard, I quit, the end. Story of my life.

Ambien might have mentally just tossed my salad. WITH CROUTONS.

I never ever, ever say anything against my husband to anyone except my husband. Everyone gets in fights, and I think the natural propensity for women is, 'Oh I want to talk to someone.' But the minute you take what bothers you outside the bond between you and your husband, you let someone else into the relationship and that causes a wedge.

You know what it was like? It was like thinking I was heading to a surprise party and instead it was a surprise pap smear.

I'm very detail oriented. I think that's why people enjoy my memoirs - because I tend to remember everything.

Amen,' I exclaim, accidentally spitting out a Raisinet. I pick up the chocolate with a Kleenex and stuff it in my purse. Ten bucks says a month from now I'll have forgotten about it and will finally have said heart attack when I assume a rat shat in there.

I'm not lazy. I'm simply judicious about excess movement.