All I ask is a chance to prove that money can't make me happy.
My weight is perfect for my height -- which varies.
If the world were a logical place, men would be the ones who ride side saddle.
Teach a child to be polite and courteous and, when he grows up, he'll never be able to merge his car onto the freeway.
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How could we be anyone's trial. We were amazing and he was blessed to have us there, molding him into the person he needed to become. Our mocking comments, shrill laughter, and loving insults polished him and faceted him into the shining gem he is today. I really don't know what he is doing now. I think he made one comment to me, never responded when I asked him things, and then I guess I gave up and forgot about him. Otherwise you would have totally been part of that, I am sure.
Did you ever see the blog I made for you and your husband on the day I went to your wedding but you guys had gotten married the day before?
I have another for you: "Teach a child the value of a penny and he'll never ask a stranger if four quarters equals 75 cents."
That actually happened to me today.
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