I had always assumed the weekend was a holy tradition, respected by good people everywhere. Not so at Wexford.

We heard her come halfway up the stairs, where she must have seen the bedroom light on. Again, the normal parent reaction would have been to say something like, "You had better come out this moment or I am releasing the tiger!" But Debbie was not a normal parent, so we heard her gigle and creep away, saying, "Shhh! Rachel! Come with Mommy! Stuart is busy!

Every time you try to flirt with her, a puppy dies.

Irony is the word I forget the meaning of immediately after I look it up, but I kind of feel like I live in a constant state of it.

There is no normal. I've never met a normal person. The concept is flawed. It implies that there is only one way people are supposed to be, and that can't possible be true. Human experience is far too varied.

I like you because you were mad. And you're pretty. And pretty sane for a mad person.

Can I tell you something you really don't want to hear? He's going to break up with you. - Stuart