I'm beginning to have morning sickness. I'm not having a baby, I'm just sick of morning.
It's an ill will that blows when you leave the hairdresser.
Fang can't stand to see trash & garbage lying around the house. He can't stand the competition.
My plastic surgeon ... said my face looked like a bouquet of elbows.
Every time I go near the stove, the dog howls.
My idea of exercise is a good brisk sit.