The universe works in mysterious ways.
McDonald’s once again serves honey as a dipping sauce for nuggets.
Always, always carry tissues in your purse.
An abundance of Coca-cola and Whatchamacallits make driving for sixteen straight hours a possibility.
“Alright,” much to my chagrin, is actually a grammatically legal alternative to “all right.”
Family and friends are remarkably supportive when you least expect it.
Meryl Streep is one hell of an actress.
Although I can’t stand Brad Pitt as a person, he, too, is one hell of an actor.
Squeamishness comes with age.
Quentin Tarantino gets better with age.
My digital camera apparently has a panorama/photo stitch function.
There is no such thing as too much sushi.
There is such a thing as too much disco.
Spices and herbs in the kitchen should always be marked clearly.
Fifth graders are much less stressful than second graders, but preschoolers are much more fun to play with.
Bœuf bourguignon is not nearly as difficult to make as some people claim.
The department of motor vehicles does not always to remind you that the registration for your automobile is about to expire, so it is prudent to take note of the date by which it must be renewed.
Hash browns from Burger King leave a taste so foul in your mouth that even a piece of gum will only make it taste like minty death.
It’s OK to change your mind.
Bees do not like to be photographed.
This is the best YouTube video, ever: