I'm not sure why, but I can never say "hi" for someone else (like on the phone, so-and-so says "hi"). It's really hard for me. I can't be a "hi" transfer machine.
I'm going down memory lane with my scars.
I was with a chicken in the garden at school today and I could have sworn I heard him squawking Beethoven's Fifth.
I know you're feeling below the weather, Mama.
I'm almost seventy pounds!
Baba: Suzuki, I don't like that pile of stuff you keep over there.
Me: I hear what you're saying with an open mind, open heart...
Julian: And an open mouth.
Knitting isn't as "clockwork-ical" as crocheting.
That seaweed salad was top of the notch.
Going once, going twice, SOLD to the man with the walrus mustache!
What are volts?
I can roll my Rs now!
Mama, what's your favorite band? Mine is the birds chirping in the morning.