Her reaction was a few seconds behind normal.
FBI, Ma’am. You have a stolen stove top.
When I woke up the morning was already there, waiting for me, and without my having to do anything.
I didn’t know pigeons had cheeks.
He had his friend, Wooly help him with the snowflakes.
Life keeps some people up more than others.
In her spare time, she sang arias to the squirrels.
It’s not who, what, when, where or how anymore. It’s, “Does this grip your heart?”