In my favorite bookstore, they sell book-shaped mugs and book-shaped chocolates. And somewhere in the back, I could swear I’ve seen book-shaped books.
Don’t think of becoming a painter. Think of becoming a painting.
My galore finally arrived!
In late summer, it’s just a matter of looking through your closet for the most comfortable swelter.
It’s the first snow again – ever!
I want my bank account to be reasonable and buy me new heels.
I’m always happy on Thursday mornings because who doesn’t love the weekend?
Never a worry of skeletons in the closet after I’m gone. The cat has taken a vow of silence.