Lucie Arnaz Luckinbill stepped out of her #stayathome comfy clothes and got dressed up to deliver an important “live events” message for everyone in America. We better listen carefully. We all want to return to performances on stage. Thank you Lucie.
Warning: if you are a wine lover, expect to weep.
SOUND FAMILIAR …….?
When one door closes and another door opens, you are probably in prison.
Age 60 might be the new 40, but 9:00 pm is the new midnight.
The older I get, the earlier it gets late.
When I say, “The other day,” I could be referring to any time between yesterday and 30 years ago.
I remember being able to get up without making sound effects
I had my patience tested. I’m negative.
Remember, if you lose a sock in the dryer it comes back as a Tupperware lid that doesn’t fit any of your containers.
If you’re sitting in public and a stranger takes the seat next to you, just stare straight ahead and say “Did you bring the money?”
When you ask me what I am doing today, and I say “nothing”, it does not mean I am free. It means I am doing nothing.
I finally got eight hours of sleep. It took me three days, but whatever.
I run like the winded.
I hate when a couple argues in public, and I missed the beginning and don’t know whose side I’m on.
When someone asks what I did over the weekend, I squint and ask, “Why, what did you hear?”
When you do squats are your knees supposed to sound like a goat chewing on an aluminum can stuffed with celery?
I don’t mean to interrupt people. I just randomly remember things and get really excited.
When I ask for directions, please don’t use words like “east.”
Don’t bother walking a mile in my shoes. That would be boring. Spend 30 seconds in my head. That’ll freak you right out.
My luck is like a bald guy who just won a comb.