comedy gossip

"You want to tell me who in that car thinks this is so funny?" the Voice demanded, aiming her wrath at me. "Uh, yes," I replied
The two women strolled down the plane's aisle fully "babied up," my catchphrase for anyone traveling by air with an infant.
In the basement laid a plethora of trendy food prep devices, now gathering dust. Some we purchased ourselves, others were gifts. All had two common denominators: An electrical plug and a history of disappointment.
When asked how things were left with the Prime Minister after the night in question the Pig told us: "Me and big D stayed friends for a while, but we just drifted apart. It's sad, but, well, I guess it happens."
I sat on the couch as my daughter nervously glanced at a single sheet of notebook paper while struggling to maintain eye contact with me. A tiny bead of sweat danced across her brow, refusing to disappear.