I used to hate working out - until I learned how to do it properly.

I'd like to think, if I was ever in a fight, I'd win, although I'd probably run in the opposite direction.

I don't know how to cook, but I do know how to bake.

I love dessert. All kinds. But there's something about ice cream that makes me happy. I am drawn to its simplicity. I am perplexed by the endless supply of constantly growing flavor options. And I am always in the mood for sprinkles and a sugar cone.

I can never find a movie I want to watch, even though I've got hundreds to choose from.

Why do I always choose the shopping cart with the squeaky wheel? Is it my bad luck, or are all the carts dysfunctional?

I love Bridget Fonda.