Things I know

If Geico commercials stop, the end of mankind is near.

I know that if Edward, the hole in my pocket husband, says it's not him, it definitely is.

What goes up, eventually will come down, as in the results of Botox injections.

That fabulous, expensive handbag that whispered the meaning of life to you in the store will stop talking once you get it home.

The above is also true for shoes and clothes.

I am missing the gene that enables one's body to shimmy in dancing.  This makes me sadder than you would think.

No matter how many times I teach Edward how to load the dishwasher, he will never accomplish this task properly.

Despite what talk shows would have us believe, wearing an outfit to the office and then wearing it to a dressy party, with only minor changes, doesn't work. Why not just bring a change of clothes so you don't look stupid in either place?

The personnel in most doctors' offices will treat you with annoyance just because you actually came in for a scheduled appointment.

No matter how much closet space you have, it will never be enough.

The diamond in an engagement ring is never the right size.  It's never big enough.

No one ever completely uses up a bottle of nail polish.

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