It was brief, swift, and then it was done. It was a professional job. I needed to be kissed, and I was kissed.

~You know how parents rattle on to you about, 'Oh, you won't believe your life will never be the same,' and you think, Why can't these people just get over it? All they're doing is yakking about their kids. It's such a bore. And then you have kids and you just want to do the same thing.~

Change is usually preceded by some kind of drift.

I guess I'm lucky to have been blindsided. I'm lucky to have gotten into fistfights, in a way. I'm lucky I learned how to stop them.

Three tomatoes are walking down the street-a poppa tomato, a mamma tomato, and a little baby tomato. Baby tomato starts lagging behind. Poppa tomato gets angry, goes over to the baby tomato, and smooshes him and says, Catch up.

And I haven't read a lot of blogs but if someone writes about what they care about I'm sure it's interesting.

I would love to do something like Austin Powers to show off my comic timing.