If Liz was the best of the rest, God help you, Sam.
He forgot to bring a poop bag, but luckily Opal brought her purse.
Insufferable harpy. Sam could benefit from a case of permanent deafness.
Neither is Mexico.
Maybe she’s so unhappy with her life, she has to squeeze the happiness out of everybody else’s life.
Can’t imagine it looking better on Opal than it does on the cat. Actually, I’m pretty sure I don’t want to imagine it.
Did somebody call me?
When I does the dishes, I doesn’t do nuthin’ rash,I just fold ‘em in half and drop ’em in the trash.No water, no dryin’, no stackin’ on the shelf,Just makin’ more time to entertain myself
They don’t necessarily have to go next to her ears…
That would be O. Henry’s “Gift of the Magi.”
If Liz was the best of the rest, God help you, Sam.