We never really die you know. God just lets the air out of us.

My granddaughter won't eat anything she hasn't seen dance on television.

The aging process doesn't really matter, unless you're wine or cheese.

I have a friend who refers to phony people as, pinkie on the outside and stinky on the inside.

Too much of a good thing is just fine by me.

Recently, I filled out an application that asked for a list of my hobbies. Is thinking a hobby?