I like living anonymously, so no one with a cell phone can inadvertently record me having a nasty encounter with a pet or tap me to be on a TV show.
Entertainment will soon include everything from SpongeBob, to the Westminster Kennel Club dog show, to an ‘Iron Chef America’ smackdown between Rachel Ray and Martha Stewart.
Be wary of putting money down when neighborhood kids set up a stand across the street selling ‘Discount Tattoos.’
Instead of a card, we’re putting our year-end letter this year online, where you can access the webcam showing our backyard compost pile.
I don’t like getting cold. I’m also a big fan of friction and traction.
Forget Obama’s dog. The vice president should establish his independence with a ferret or bee hive.
When the registration card asks you to fill in next of kin and a sign in the lobby says: ‘Llamas can’t be left unattended in room.’
With the recession deepening, I won’t be giving out Godiva chocolates and truffles anymore. Think sunflower seeds, one at a time.
Lawmakers only talk about the two streets, but everyone on all the other cul-de-sacs and avenues says: We’re broke, too.
Let’s put in inflatable tunnels for the kids to run through and portable luxury boxes for the parents.