Ah the romance of a sweet old typewriter! Your great novel is still there, just under the surface. You'll write it someday!
Shame. Kids are getting hooked on Nintendo younger and younger these days.
Ugh, your steaks always taste like sawdust.
Don't fall asleep on these pointy little bits!
I'm going to call her Nadine. Because I can. Nadine's contribution to this month's book club meeting is a pot of lovely oolong tea and a sprightly debate about Balzac. She's always got an opinion.
Imagine the awesome patterns if you dropped him off the table onto a big sheet of paper?