Sometimes I Can't Figure Designers Out. It's

Don't Worry About Who Doesn't Like You, Who Has More, Or Who's Doing What.

One Son Appears In Stereo - A Transistor In One Ear And The Phone In The Other.

The Bad Times I Can Handle. It's The Good Times That Drive Me Crazy. When Is The Other Shoe Going Going To Drop?

No Self-respecting Mother Would Run Out Of Intimidations On The Eve Of A Major Holiday.

I Read One Psychologist's Theory That Said, "never Strike A Child In Your Anger." When Could I Strike Him? When He Is Kissing Me On My Birthday? When He's Recuperating From Measles? Do I Slap The Bible Out Of His Hand On Sunday?