I don't mean to get all religious here, but I'm pretty sure key lime martinis (with a graham cracker & sugar rim) are proof that Jesus loves us.

Despite my best efforts, I'm not quite perfect. Let's just say I'm like one of those Hopi blankets where they leave a tiny flaw so as to not affront the Lord.

Some people are destined to be deep thinkers. I am not one of those people.

I've always been able to cook Italian food. That's in my blood because I'm half Sicilian.

Were I forced to describe this woman in one word, that word would be...herpes.

You can't all of a sudden go to sleep one night and wake up Martha Stewart. It's bit by bit by bit.

I don't mean to get all religious here, but I'm pretty sure key lime martinis (with a graham cracker & sugar rim) are proof that Jesus loves us.