For Fang, Getting Out Of Bed In

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.

Let Me Tell You, A Discussion That Starts, 'i'll Tell You Something You Do That Irritates Me, If You Tell Me Something I Do That Bothers You,' Never Ends In A Hug And A Kiss.

It's An Ill Will That Blows When You Leave The Hairdresser.

I Finally Had A Ship Tattooed To My Chest. I Wanted Something On It.

I Wanted To Become Me, Totally Me. The More Me, The Better. I Instinctively Knew This And I Was Right.