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.

I would rather receive a Pap smear from Captain Hook than venture out on New Year's Eve.

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

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.

No matter how happy anyone is with their choices, I believe it's human nature to wonder about the path not taken.

Over the summer we chatted one night while Angie stripped a bed, changed wet sheets, comforted and repajamaed a toddler, and chased down a car of speeding teenagers while shaking a brick at them, never once interrupting the conversation or setting down her margarita. The only reason this woman isn't president of General Motors is because she's chosen not to be.

Fortunately, all it takes for us to be of one mind is some buttercream frosting.