grouchy bastard drives the good humor ice cream truck and bitches about everything under the sun
Watching life go by in the rear view mirror.
Drumming my fingers on the table. Waiting for the new normal to arrive.
She’s 88 years old, and she is by all means peaches and cream, with a dollop of whip cream on top.
Even though it is still winter, spring cleaning has begun.
Let’s get along, for no other reason than to get along.