Jenn McKinlay

“Nancy pursed her lips. "Men are stupid." "Agreed!”

“You know, I found a gray hair the other day. I almost broke the sound barrier rushing to the pharmacy to get some dye. Beth snorted. Oh please! You're a blonde-no one can see gray hair up there. Now, you get one down under, and then you can panic.”

“To say the loaner was not pretty was an understatement. It was a 1907's olive-green Buick Century with a white top. Lindsay felt like she was driving her living-room couch, but despite the looks, the engine purred and it glided over potholes in the road like butteron toast.”

“This was the downside to cell phones. It was nowhere near as as satisfying to press end as it was to slam a phone into its holder.”