“Lord, I can’t live in his mashed potato world. I need my tubers scalloped and diced and baked and fried and different every time. I need excitement and change as much as I need air.”
“I wondered what you'd have on the side with a plate of Deep Fried Anxiety. Pickles? Coleslaw? Potato-strychnine mash?”
“Much to my delight, I found her panties to be full of mashed potatoes—but I had to supply all the gravy.”
“My feelings for Drew couldn't just disappear. They were ingrained within every fiber of my being, and I needed them just the same as I needed air to breathe.”
“I will think of you every time I need to be reminded that there is beauty and goodness in the world.”
“My soul needs him as much as my lungs need air. So much so that I feel like I’m suffocating just being away from him.”