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No One Ever Died From Sleeping In An Unmade Bed.

My Son Would Walk To The Refrigerator-freezer And Fling Both Doors Open And Stand There Until The Hairs In His Nose Iced Up. After Surveying $200 Worth Of Food In Varying Shapes And Forms, He Would Declare Loudly, 'there's Nothing To Eat!'

Cleaning The House While The Children Are Home Is Like Shoveling While It's Still Snowing.

Did You Ever Notice That The First Piece Of Luggage On The Carousel Never Belongs To Anyone?

I Take A Very Practical View Of Raising Children. I Put A Sign In Each Of Their Rooms: 'checkout Time Is 18 Years.'