No, It's Not A 'corpse

When I Hug Her, I Notice She's Still Wearing Yesterday's False Eyelashes. Mom? You Know Those Come Off With A Little Makeup Remover And A Cotton Pad?" I'm Not Taking Them Off." Why Not?" I Spent $180 On That Makeup Job And I Refuse To Wash My Face Until I Get My Money's Worth.

Fletch Then Kisses Me On The Forehead Before Opening The Cabinet Under The Coffeemaker To Grab Placemats And Napkins. Retrieving These Items Is His Job Because I Kind Of Don't Like To Bend. I Also Refuse To Carry Anything Heavier Than My Purse.

I'm Not Lazy. I'm Simply Judicious About Excess Movement.

Fortunately, All It Takes For Us To Be Of One Mind Is Some Buttercream Frosting.

Expressing Political Opinion Can Be A Powerful Way To Establish A Character's Voice When Writing Fiction.