Potluck of the Week

I wasn’t born with a silver spoon in my mouth. I was born with a plastic spork. And it wasn’t in my mouth!

You know how people always say their cooking is made with the special ingredient of love? My mama had a special ingredient, too. She cooked with spite.

My friend likes guys that are mean to her. Not me; I like nice guys. She said, “Well what about the boy that pulled your hair in kindergarten?” I said, “Even at 5, I knew that was a red flag!”

I just turned 40. My niece called me and said “You’re over the hill!” I said, “I like it on this side of the hill. There’s lots of money and self-esteem over here.”