If I Had My Life To Live

If Compliments Were Food, I'd Have Starved To Death 28 Years Ago.

Maybe Age Is Kinder To Us Than We Think. With My Bad Eyes, I Can't See How Bad I Look, And With My Rotten Memory, I Have A Good Excuse For Getting Out Of A Lot Of Stuff.

For Some Of Us, Watching A Miniseries That Lasts Longer Than Most Marriages Is Not Easy.

No Baby Shall At Any Time Be Quartered In A House Where There Are No Soft Laps, No Laughter, Or No Love.

Babies On Television Never Spit Up On The Ultrasuede.