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?
And Teddy always wonders why he is the last one picked to be on the team.
I’m the prima in the new ballet, Duck Pond. Don’t you love me en pointe?
So I walk into a bar and say . . .