There are couples a matchmaker would match every time - and couples who, for no rhyme or reason, rhyme.
For every person you can trust, there was first a child who was trusted.
There are memories I choose not to live with, but we hang out at the same bar.
There is a public me and a private me, who, if they were separate people, probably wouldn't exchange Christmas cards.
Most of us don't need a psychiatric therapist as much as a friend to be silly with.
Family life is a bit like a runny peach pie - not perfect but who's complaining?