Your soul shines through even if you haven't got mascara on

Here is another marvy glimpse into the gothic basement that I call my mind.

He has a song in his heart for me. I hope it is not "Shut Uppa You Face, Whatsa Matta You.

Mum said, "It is the thought that counts." And I said, "I know, which is why I am ringing the authorities right now. Anyone who thinks like she does should be locked up out of harm's way.

Unbelievable! I said, "What would I be doing walking the streets at night as a stuffed olive- gate-crashing cocktail parties?

My cousin Georgia says that boys are like gazelles. She says the get alarmed when they get close to girls. And they have to leap off into the woods like gazelles in trousers. Or have I just made that up?

Vaisey looked like a startled earwig.