Anyway, I had to come up with something easy and fast to write about, so that is why you are getting to read some more things from Mom's collection of silly stuff people say and write. And tomorrow I hope I can write a really meaningful and good entry.
We are cogs on the road of life.
It's like I'm Joan of Arc, carrying a torch for the whole game.
I'll have to cross that bridge when it gets here.
They've gone too far into the precipice.
We need to clear up some ruffled feathers.
They're beating down my doorstep.
Tell me on what planet on earth this is done.
He passed away due to a raptured appendix.