When someone rings my doorbell, I’m every bit as upset as my dogs.
Preparing a work evaluation for someone who adds shit to my day on a regular.
Wondering if “inbred whackadoodle” paints a full picture.
I want a firsthand test of the “mo money, mo problems” hypothesis.
When I was 16, I thought I could slam and lock my bedroom door in the house my parents paid for. So they took my door. That’s 80s parenting.
If buying new underwear is evidence of an affair, my husband has been faithful for at least nine years.
Courtney Love thinks she found the plane. It’s like God doesn’t trust us to write our own jokes.
Body language can be so subtle that only an intuitive person can read your mood. Body slams, I have found, are far more direct.
Guys, I have to stop cyber-bullying North Korea. They called my mom.
I worry that people who say “I’ll sleep when I’m dead” may have missed a Science class or two.
When runner-ups in reality shows say, “I may not have won but I’m still a winner,” do they understand how language and/or competition works?