I have to go shopping tomorrow, and I think I'll do it in the morning while all the good people in town are in church.

I found myself halfway wishing I'd get the bug going around our office, so I can stay home in my jammies during the week (even if I spend half my time in the bathroom), but my immune system won't let me.

Charlie, I'm pregnant and living on 9th Street, right above a dirty book store off Euclid Avenue.

My Unofficially Adopted Grandpa may be dating again, or at least enjoying the company of a nice lady, and as much as I adored his (late) wife, I'm glad he's not lonely, and his lady-friend is a sweetie.

I found the source of the ticking; it's a time bomb.

There was a possum in our front yard.

I forgot to pay my natural gas bill on time, but it's only eight bucks.

Most of the local news stations are being suspiciously quiet about Obama's re-election.

I have promised myself chocolate chip cookies tonight if I get above the 8K point.

I always come up with good writing ideas when I'm in the shower or the bath, but our water bill has been crazy-stupid high.