“I’m going to go through all of the stages of grief, but not in the right order,” A warned me as we went in to see Hillary Clinton. “So good luck.”
Most of her waking thoughts are devoted to “How can we see a beluga?”
It’s just flour and water and onions and magic.
There’s regular crazy and then there’s succulent crazy.
Dad whispered, “Did you bring the ponchos?”
Why wouldn’t you freeze a muffin forever?
Everyone knows that a hot air balloon eventually pays for itself.