As Sal walked toward St. Anselm’s he pondered Titus’ question. What was the true spirit of Christmas: gift-giving or gift-getting, watching the kids shred the paper, the birth of a special baby two millennia ago, or … what the hell, family?
Mumsey was nothing if not organized. Cooking for a family of six kids and pampering a husband with her schedule was made a little easier with one word: Delegate. One way that was organized was by putting little pieces of paper with the name of an item all around the table: gravy, peas, butter, potatoes, beef, etc. In this way, any kid who was unlucky enough to be around at dinner time had no excuse to not help set the table.
A soft answer turneth away wrath? This is really easy to say, but sometimes wrath is beyond a soft answer. Just ask anyone who’s trying to provoke one.
She was beautiful. Way out of my league, but she said “yes” to a date. Maybe she thought I was someone else.
There’s a time to be funny and a time to be serious. The time for dry humor isn’t on the phone.
Are you still using that old ‘dog ate my homework’ excuse?
I love being right. Who wouldn’t rather be right than wrong? I work really hard to be right, to know what I’m talking about and to know what I’m doing.
Forest? Trees? This reference is one of my favorite wakeup calls. However, if perhaps English isn’t your native language, the original saying goes something like this, “He (anyone) can’t see the forest for the trees.”