I think bad taste should be a felony.
I have never enjoyed an experience that begins at five A.M.
Los Angeles: A city I like because it's easy to tell who the strange people are.
Remodeling is like pulling a loose thread on a cheap sweater - the job keeps unraveling.
Call me an alarmist, but there are certain words I don't like to hear together: cheap fireplace, discount brakes, cut-rate surgery.
I once complained to my father that I didn't seem to be able to do things the same way other people did. Dad's advice? 'Margo, don't be a sheep.People hate sheep. They eat sheep.'