I Know Of People Who Don't Believe

Do I Mind Being Called A Chick-lit Writer? Well, It's Not The Worst Thing That Could Happen.

I'd Rather Eat Nothing Than Eat A Carrot.

So I'm Back Again To The Eternal Question, The One That Has Plagued Me All My Life: How Do Other People Do It? How Come They Were Given Life's Rule Book And I Missed Out? Where Was I When God Was Dispensing Capability And Cop On? Looking At Shoes, Probably.

How To Make God Laugh? Tell Him Your Plans.

I Never Wear Flats. My Shoes Are So High That Sometimes When I Step Out Of Them, People Look Around In Confusion And Ask, "where'd She Go?" And I Have To Say, "i'm Down Here.