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“I'm starting to think Liza Donnelly has a hangup about water…”
“It looks more lifelike than it did in the catalog, don't you think?”
“Menopause, she's expecting a flood of emotions.”
Ishmael, I thought I told you to stay in your room.
“I'm telling you, these videogame accessories are getting out of hand.”
“It's a coffee table that doubles as exercise equipment.”
“Bob put this in here instead of fixing the leak in the roof.”
I know, I know, I'm helicopter mom.
Glenn Beck said a flood is coming. He's waiting for instructions.
Well, I did tell him to row his own damned boat.
Glad to see her ship has finally come in!
An indoor moat! Now there's an idea!
When it rains, it pours.
When it rains, it pours.
“He'd better row fast if he wants out of this marriage.”
The art teacher asked them to reproduce a Winslow Homer.
They used to laugh at Rudolph too, but once global warming really hits, Santa will be glad that someone was prepared.
Well, he's simply a very literal child. He heard his father tell me that with only one of us working now, we will be sinking quickly.
I told Martin we could afford a rowing machine, but…
I wanted a coffee table, she wanted a cruise, we compromised so no one is happy.
Don't mind mother, she' just a little dinghy.
Don't mind Agnes, she hasn't got both oars in the water if you catch my drift.
I'd ask her to leave but she makes the most delicious fish sticks…
(Last One)
She insists on not getting caught up a certain creek without a paddle….
Did you ever have one of those days when you wake up and find life is like an inexplicable New Yorker cartoon?
“So, I told the decorator I want more flow, the room needs more flow.'”
You wouldn't believe what the crew team did to the wall behind the sofa.
I call this his “regatta phase.”
What's truly exceptional is his patience. We're still in a drought.
I've no idea. I thought I'd bought mother a goat for an African villager. But now we seem to be stuck with it.
I don't know. She came with the rescue team when we were flooded, and simply seems to have adopted us.
Its George's. He says he sent away for a scale model of Manitoba, but the way I see it there seems to have been a misunderstanding about the spelling.
He says he's training for a round the world rowing trip but I think its part of some sexual fantasy – which doesn't involve me.
Apparently he's had a premonition.
“On the shores of Gitche Gumee, Of the shining Big-Sea-Water,
Stood Nokomis, the old woman, Pointing with her finger westward,
O'er the water pointing westward, To the purple clouds of sunset…”