I'd love to have my life mimic that of Ernest Hemingway. Well, right up until the end anyway. 


I adore potatoes. Mashed, fried, kettle cooked, or baked. That's why I wish a "couch potato" were a literal expression and not a metaphor.


Cloudy? Sunny? Rainy? I'll know because I check the weather at least 8 times a day – probably because it changes 8 times a day.