I should have suspected my husband was lazy. On our wedding day, his mother told me: "I'm not losing a son; I'm gaining a couch."

I finally had a ship tattooed to my chest. I wanted something on it.

I will never give up. I am in my 14th year of a 10-day beauty plan.

My doctor is a family physician. He treats my family and I support his.

My husband is so cheap. On Christmas Eve, he fires one shot and tells the kids Santa committed suicide.

The only thing my husband and I have in common is that we were married on the same day.

It's true Fang and I fight, but we've never gone to bed mad. Of course, one year we were up for three months.