"That introduction wasn't kind." I say out loud.

The rules are simple. You each put a raisin in your mouth, and the one that keeps it there the longest without eating it is the winner.

"Mama!" one complains to her mom. "She keeps looking at me!" "You keep doing weird things!" her sister snipes back.

It occurs to me briefly that this guy could be my wife, but I dismiss the thought, as her bike doesn't have the fat tires that his does.

Okay, I admit it, I was pushing that belly out like a German pushing his daughter out of the house when she turns eighteen; but I couldn't eat another bite.

The department smells strongly of roasted garlic. No. Even stronger. It smells of roasting garlic.

"I got it in three!" "That's wonderful, Mom." I love to encourage her literary pursuits. "I bet Paul would have taken four or five."

I'm a mathematician. The days that I need to prepare a solution of Acryloyl Chloride are few and far between.