I painted my house. I liked it so much, I hung it on the wall.
She made small porcelain bicycles. It just so happened he needed small porcelain bicycles.
You know, with just a little espresso today, I can sleep sometime next month.
I know my destination is around the next corner. On Aisle 5. Bottom row. The spaghetti sauce.
A Milky Way is made with chocolate-malt nougat and caramel and stars.
There’s a place everywhere. Make sure you visit it.
The dew rushes in, then the sun. Just follow the amounts beside each ingredient. It’s all there in the recipe.
I’m at the meat market. Takes the guy 10 minutes to hand me my Whiskey Sour.
I wander off. I go a-wandering. I end up across the room wondering what kept me.
Morning coffee needs me. How can I let it down?