You know I hate to disagree with you, but I’m going to stick my neck out here and say YOU’RE WRONG!
I’m finally here. Wait, what do you mean last week was Duck Week?
I have arrived. Let the party begin!!
It is amazing how a week flies by when you are the star of the show!
Trust Yoda the Duck, “Patience you must have my young Duckling.”
As my cousin, Chico Marx would say, I’m not kissing her, I’m whispering in her mouth.
Bachelor number one, if you were going to wine me and dine me, to which pond would you take me?
When you say you’ll be home by 5, I expect you home by 5. And did you get the milk and eggs?
I hate holidays. I feel like I put on five pounds. Honey, do I look fat in these feathers?
Wait. So this is Labor Day? Does that mean we have to go out and get a job?