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

“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.”

“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.”

“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.”

“Guilt is a feeble emotion. It surrenders too easily”

“Oh, really? Is that why he’s hot and bothered for Arcadia here?” Kar Yee tossed an accusatory glance my way. She was well aware that honesty wasn’t one of my strong suits. “Probably,” Jupe confirmed. “My dad says he likes her so much that if she kicked him in the balls, he’d just thank her.”

“(this I wrote for our troops, amazing men & women serving our country - sometimes with great sacrifice.)Owen’s OwnHis girls were his world,He built his life around them.Their laughs,Their smiles,Their tears,Their sorrows;He fought for it all.Thousands of miles away,Day after day,He fought to keep them safe,Keep them from harm,But being gone, he could do it all.They weren’t hurt, his girls,But they weren’t safe anymore.Finally he could come homeAnd truly protect his own.”