"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.

"Gimmel me once, shame on you, gimmel me twice, twice as nice!"

"There are all sorts of things to do." I say. "There's washing dishes, taking out the garbage, laundry, sweeping the kitchen."