A tortoise is, I suppose, a Jewish pet. It knows its place. Out on the lawn. It doesn't bark. It doesn't tear the Dralon.
What does a Californian make for dinner? Reservations.
I've discovered over the years that if my hair is all right, then generally speaking, so am I.
My idea of a good work-out is two hours spent worrying about the bags under my eyes.
Are you sitting comfortably? Then get up. This is no time for sloth.
Did you ever meet a mother that complained that her child phoned her too often? Me neither.