The only problem is that yesterday, I caught her 'grading' the essays.

We're not really looking at how the essay is written. We're looking for someone's essay that appeals to us, who wants to be in the florist shop business and wants to learn.

We thought that having a real estate agent would be a boring way to sell the shop, and we wanted to have more fun with this, so my mother, who is a former high school English and history teacher, and I thought of this essay contest.

I didn't know until yesterday that my pumps wouldn't go over $2.99. It caught us by surprise.

The essays are all-essay exams. The average American student taking essay exams? Are you kidding me? Oh, that would never happen.

So I went to the Doctor's yesterday. He said, "What appears to be the problem?" I said, "I keep having this dream, night after night, beautiful girls rushing towards me and I keep pushing them away." He said, "How can I help?" I said: "break my arms."