How do you know if someone is a “sandwich short of a picnic”? Is there a legislated number of sandwiches required to make it a picnic?
Daughter1’s husband and her brother, Son both have dark hair and beards. Acquaintance was of the opinion that they look alike, but what made her think “You must really love your brother to marry someone who looks like him!”? Does anyone else think that is weird too?
Why do so many of us only get comfortable in our own skins when we are over fifty?