I'm not defined by what people think of me. My happiness comes from within.

Note to self-give serious thought to becoming an alcoholic.

You had a package. It was torn, so I looked in.” She lifted one of a stack of firefighter calendars, with his own mug and half-naked body on the cover. “Nice,” she said, a ghost of a smile crossing her lips. “Mr. 2008.” He bit back a sigh. “It’s for charity.” “And you definitely contributed.

Tired of me already?" he asked with a smile in his voice. "No quite yet. You?" His eyes darkened, and he kissed her again. "Never." Her heart skipped a beat. "Never is a long time," she said. His voice was low, fierce. And very sure. "That's what I'm counting on.

Smile. it's the second best thing you can do with your lips.

Experience is something you get… after you need it.

Sounds like you kids have some talking to do. I'll be eavesdropping from the kitchen.