A. "Dull women have immaculate houses." Or so I keep telling myself.
A. Not breaking up with my college boyfriend waaaaaay sooner than I did.
A. People who are underdressed and/or inappropriately dressed. Yes, I'm talking about you, dude who showed up for his job interview in a HOODIE (and not even a nice hoodie--it was all frayed and faded). And you, soccer mom who lets your kids wear their soccer uniforms to Sunday morning mass. I get it. You have a game right after church. Change in the car. Jesus may not care what you look like, but I do.
A. I have lots of fears--heights, snakes, a psycho ax-murderer breaking into my house in the middle of the night. But I think anyone who is a parent will tell you that their greatest fear is something happening to their child (ren). When I put things like being scared of the ferris wheel at the county fair in context with something happening to my daughter, there's no comparison.
A. "Do you know what I mean?"