Ginny’s friends kept telling her, “Bless your heart, you’re just too sweet.” Ginny’s doctor said it was a gland/hormone disorder or there weren’t enough bees and hummingbirds in the neighborhood; he suggested that maybe she should try an ad in the personals section of Craigslist . . . . . David, Sf.G.
Karen had a love/hate relationship with the “All You Can Eat” places; at the time it seemed to be such a good deal, and she could eat a lot, really get her money’s worth. The next morning, though, she always felt bloated and sluggish, not to mention dealing with a fair dose of guilt, and besides the food being lukewarm and mediocre on a good day, who knew what the person in line ahead of you may have left in the sweet and sour chicken? . . . . David, Sf.G.
When Huey heard about the magnificent flowers at the botanical garden, he was on his way. What he discovered was that it wasn’t exactly a bed of roses, but then, hey, sometimes you have to compromise and make do. . . . . David, Sf.G.