I am descended from a very long line my mother once foolishly listened to.
My sister-in-law is so skinny that she has a striped dress with only one stripe.
My mother-in-law buys her coats in a carper shop. She wears a 9x12.
I'll never forget my first fur. It was a modest little stole. Modest? People thought I was wearing anchovies.
My husband is so useless that it's hard for me to be romantic with him. I get down on the floor and say, If you love me, blink your eyes.
To get a roaster clean, send something like baked apples in it to a neighbor. Neighbors always return pans spotless, and you won't have to use a blow torch on it like you usually do.