Proper living does not including eating a 'Crunch-wrap' in front of the television.

I reposted this yard sign to remind people my vision still matters.

Never trust a man with a hair transplant.

Dear Graduating Ladies,

Never let a millionaire who isn’t even 30 lecture you about “staying in your lane.”

Hop in your Buick, put on that turn signal, and merge onto your own highway.

Sincerely,
Aunt Myrna

If l don’t recognize them, they are not celebrities.

I don't care if Helen was once a certified primal scream therapist. She's not keeping up with the exhaustive demands of our Funeral Luncheon Committee.

Bubble wrapping my Precious Moments figurines ahead of the geomagnetic storm.

My nephew Lyle informed me that a rare Royal Doulton pattern I've been seeking can be found on the dark web. I have closed my blinds.

My binoculars are eternally safe from cyber attacks.

Turn your “Sunday Scaries” into “Sunday Prayeries.”

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I remember the first timeI met with Darlene Van der Pooten. I'm sure she had underestimated me, having no clue my experience staring down little tyrants. I was an executive secretary after all.

I keep a list of the people who send me cheap greeting cards.

A delicious patty melt could solve our problems.

As a practical homemaker, I keep plenty of empty jars in my Jars Cupboard.

I'm watching a delightful gif file.

I remember a time where we could all sit down and discuss our differences, and they would come to realize I was correct.

I don't like distressed furniture. We have enough distress in the world.

Low on gossip. Time to attend the Church Friendship Coffee and listen to prayer requests.

Soaking your pots and pans is just a delay tactic.

I may have not read all of the Holy Bible, but I have read the parts that mattered.