Comedy Is Tragedy Revisited.

My Recipe For Dealing With Anger And Frustration: Set The Kitchen Timer For Twenty Minutes, Cry, Rant, And Rave, And At The Sound Of The Bell, Simmer Down And Go About Business As Usual.

My Body's In Such Bad Shape I Wear Prescription Underwear.

My Husband Is So Useless That It's Hard For Me To Be Romantic With Him. I Get Down On The Floor And Say, If You Love Me, Blink Your Eyes.

My House Used To Be Haunted, But The Ghosts Haven't Been Back Since The Night I Tried On All My Wigs.

I Honestly Believe There Is Absolutely Nothing Like Going To Bed With A Good #book; Or A Friend Who's #read One.