My Grandpa Was A Preacher.

Jump Out Of Bed And I Stumble To The Kitchen, Pour Myself A Cup Of Ambition And Yawn And Stretch And Try To Come Alive.

'9 To 5,' That Little Song, That Little Story, Just Won't Ever End. Just Like 'i Will Always Love You,' It Just Keeps Comin' Back, Popping Up Its Head In One Way Or Another.

[on Being Overweight:] If I Tried To Haul Ass, I Would Have To Make Two Trips.

Kenneth Hari Is A True Artist And In My Opinion A Psychic. When He Is Painting You, He Feels Your Heart And Soul.

My Husband Says I Look Like A Q-tip.