A. Here's what I put in my high school yearbook, and I do believe it's what I'd still put today: Walk slowly; all you can ever come to is yourself.
A. Honeys, I'm stuck with being me, and I wouldn't change that.
A. I can bend my hands up into strange, saucer-like formations. It's creepy.
A. Lying on the couch while my children bake me delicacies, clean the house, and write small songs of praise in my honor.