They eat everything that is labeled ‘breakfast.’ Eggs, bacon, pancakes, etc etc.
They eat everything that is labeled ‘breakfast.’ Eggs, bacon, pancakes, etc etc.
Everybody’s talking all this stuff about me. Why don’t they just let me live?
Why I love my husband today.
What is my deal?
She was taking care of me without knowing me.
Hold it right there in the palm of your hand.
What’s awesome about it is if a stranger comes up to me on the street and demands to know my top 10 favorite pop songs, I will have a ready answer and not have to think about it.
It was like God came out of the clouds.
Isn’t everybody’s life an attempt at mastery of the and/or?