Fredrika Bimm, what do you think you're doing?" "Freaking out. Losing my mind. Thinking about snapping your husband's spine. Squashing the urge to vomit. Wishing I had died at childbirth." "Oh, you say that when you don't get a prize in your Lucky Charms.

I'm rubber and you're glue," I told Satan, " and everything that bounces of me sticks to you.

Why is it suddenly uncool to spell? That's all I want to know.

I zoomed in on the shoe department like a blonde homing pigeon. Shoes, shoes everywhere! Ah, sweet shoes. I truly think you can take the measure of a civilization by looking at its footwear.

There's more than one way for a girl to Google a cat.

I know it's practical for career women, but sneakers with suits? Jesus couldn't possibly weep harder than I did.

Take your hands off her, Sinclair told the guy behind me, Or they'll write books about what I'll do to you.