You'd think that in a language (Hebrew, for example) where every word depends on the gender of the person addressed that 10 year old boys wouldn't have pony tails. And you'd be wrong.
I've learned the Hebrew phrase: "I'm not a girl!" very well now.

The things about mold is that it grows up with you and hangs around a lot but never says hello or offers to pay for anything.

I wonder if you could tile a floor with those Valentine's Day candy message hearts.

One of the blessings we forget to count is that we're not one of those women who people wonder if they are a cross-dressed man.*


*I guess not everyone can count that one.

If you find someone who loves you enough to be hit in the face with a rice cake simply because you find it hysterically funny, there's nothing rarer.

Sometimes I listen to a song and go "Yes! That is exactly how I feel about life."
Example: (Ben Folds)

Life is wonderful
Life is beautiful
We're all children of
One big universe
So you don't have to be a chump.

Sometimes song are better when you misunderstand the lyrics.
My favorite self-created line of a song:
"All along you never loved me, yea,
until the day that you shot me."

I guess my first clue should have been that it wasn't a country song.