I'm a humor writer, so I don't always present myself in the best light.
Owning a dog is slightly less expensive than being addicted to crack.
I yearn to be a woman of more depth, but I'm not so fond of the path I'd need to follow to get there.
Everyone who reads me is someone I'd like to hang out with.
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.
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.