“Are you really slack-jawed over a mailman?” a gentle voice behind her said.
Startled, Amy whipped her body around, causing vertigo. Amy looked at the gentle speaker, clothed in a luxurious robe and glitter-covered mules. Holy Mother of Whomever, it was the Widow Braghorn!… ...
My husband buttered my whole grain toast.
Again. Despite my repeated requests to not butter my toast.
What to do? Say, “Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit?”
Probably not the time to be a smart mouth… a girl’s gotta eat, right?… ...