At my wedding, I was dancing so furiously that I fell hard on my kneecaps. The next morning, my knees were so swollen that I had to get a wheelchair at the airport to go on my honeymoon.

I couldn't wait for the sun to come up the next morning so that I could get out on the course again.

It doesn't much signify whom one marries, for one is sure to find next morning that it was someone else.

I don't have to wait until the next morning to regret something I did that was kinda dumb.

They are here one day and gone the next. Right now, bass don't know what to do. We've got morning lows in the 30s one day, and the next it's a low in the 50s with a high up around 70 degrees. I found some water in the back of Coleman the other day that was 61 degrees. That's very unusual for this time of year.

I woke the next morning and became a novelist,