The Way I Write Is

Why Can't Parents Dance? Is It Some Universal Law Of Physics Or Something?

I Can Do This, I Tell Myself Firmly. I Can Be Attracted To Him. It's Just A Matter Of Self Control And Possibly Also Getting Very Drunk. So I Lift My Glass And Take Several Huge Gulps. I Can Feel The Bubbles Surging Into My Head, Singing Happily "i'm Going To Be A Millionaire's Wife! I'm Going To Be A Millionaire's Wife!" And When I Look Back At Tarquin, He Already Looks A Bit More Attractive. Alcohol Is Obviously Going To Be The Key To Our Marital Status.

She Doesn’t Really Have A Sense Of Humor. I Think She’d Like To Have One—it’s Just That She Doesn’t Quite Understand What Jokes Are For.

Christmas Shopping! I Can Do All My Christmas Shopping Here! I Know March Is A Bit Early, But Why Not Be Organized? And Then When Christmas Arrives I Won't Have To Go Near The Horrible Christmas Crowds.

If I Behave As Though This Is A Completely Normal Situation, Then Maybe It Will Be.