They weren't moving. Perhaps I was dazzling then with my ineptitude. It had happened before.

They weren't moving. Perhaps I was dazzling then with my ineptitude. It had happened before.

I trudged around on the muddy river bottom for half an hour, patiently waiting to drown, before giving up and slogging my way back to shore.

He said my name the way diabetics talked about hot fudge sundaes.

Never let your fiend off his leash unless there's lots of room to run (and no people around).

I was so furious I was actually dizzy with it. There were so many bitchy, sarcastic observations to make, I was having a sarcasm stroke. "My God! You people! You're - you're so stupid you're making my eyeballs throb. They're throbbing, dammit!

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.