I never knew how protective I was until I had my own child. I'm already thinking about intruders coming into the house and what our escape route would be.
I don't ever really feel that wearing my wedding ring is what determines me being married or not.
Is this chicken, what I have, or is this fish? I know it's tuna, but it says 'Chicken of the Sea.'
Am I eating chicken or tuna?
I respect knowledge of the psyche. I would be a therapist if I weren't an entertainer.
I think anything sounds good with a Southern accent.
