Good Thing He's Dead," Lula Said, "or

I Don't Know If It's A Good Idea To Give A Woman A Box Of Bullets When She's Got A Pimple.

He Asked Me If I Had Adequate Health Insurance.

I Think Money Isn't Any Good Sitting Around, So I Spend Some Time In The Shoe Department At Saks.

He Rooted For The Mets, He Wore Foot Of The Loom Underwear, And He Drove A Buick. His Loyalties Were Carved In Stone And He Wasn't About To Be Impressed With Some Upstart Of A Toaster Salesman Who Drove A Bonneville.

I Wasn’t A Fabulous Cook. I Didn’t Have A Boyfriend, Much Less A Husband. And I Wasn’t A Big Financial Success. I Could Live With All Those Failings As Long As I Knew That Once In A While I Looked Really Hot.