“Great, the worlds coming to an end and we're fixing it with Band-Aids”

“What about desserts?" I asked. "If the world comes to an end, I'm going to want cookies.""We're all going to want cookies if the world comes to an end," Mrs. Nesbitt agreed. "And chips and pretzels. If the world is coming to an end, why should I care about my blood pressure?""Okay, we'll die fat," Mom said.”

“Maybe I'm wrong," Mom said. "Maybe the world really is coming to an end.""Should I try Fox News?" I asked.Mom shuddered. "We're not that desperate," she said.”

“Here's the funny thing about the world coming to an end. Once it gets going, it doesn't seem to stop.”

“Mom, is the world coming to an end?" Jonny asked, picking up the plate of cookies and ramming one into his mouth."No, it isn'T," Mom said, folding her lawn chair and carrying it to the front of the house. "And yes, you do have to go to school tomorrow.”

“Just in case the world ends tomorrow," she said. "We might as well enjoy today.”

“I wonder if I'll ever have to decide which is worse, life as we're living or no life at all.”