“Go to England if you are going to do that to cheese!” (Anne-Laure, who is French, to Laurel, who was aggressively spreading my favorite, Humbolt Fog, on a seeded loaf, after we ganged up on her for planning a honeymoon in England)
“You can’t even cross the street; I don’t trust you not to hit a land mine.” (Steve, on my potential travel plans)
“Any idiot can face a crisis. It’s the day to day living that wears you out.” (Anton Chekhov)
glasses off. 