I might have been pickier if I’d known I was going to be here forever.
While watching the Winter Olympics, Carl holds still-weeping Jennifer in his arms. Even the women’s curling finals can’t pull her out of her funk.
See how the worry lines in her mate’s brow have etched deep like streams swollen with spring runoff?
Agent: Loves you like your mother (if you have the right agent).
I say, “Lucky is the gal who owns her own home and is always just going IN to a hardware store.”