I'm a double bagger. Not only does my husband put a bag over my face when we're making love, but he also puts a bag over his head in case mine falls off.
The thing is, I'm happiest when I'm on stage.
I saw what's going on under my chin. I don't want to be the one the President has to pardon on Thanksgiving.
The first time I see a jogger smiling, I'll consider it.
I'm no cook. When I want lemon on chicken, I spray it with Pledge.
Self-pity shortens your life.