When you're an orthodox worrier, some days are worse than others

I worry about scientists discovering that lettuce has been fattening all along. . . .

The bad times I can handle. It's the good times that drive me crazy. When is the other shoe going to drop?

She tried to worry that something terrible had happened to him, but didn't believe it for a moment. Nothing terrible ever happened to him, though she was beginning to think that it was time it damn well did. If nothing terrible happened to him soon maybe she'd do it herself. Now there was an idea.

In 25 Years, It Won’t Matter.

It goes without saying that you should never have more children than you have car windows