All she knows is that somebody said something about Carols by the tree.
(Yeah, my mother-in-law's never heard that one, has she? Sorry! I'm new! Love ya!)

I'm going to start a war here, but think about then vs. now: The Little Mermaid and, say, Happy Feet, is like comparing Cracker Jack and Fiddle Faddle.

Glenn was rightly insulted when the box told him that opening these toys was so easy, "even a caveman could do it."

Sorry, Timmy, you have to wait until 2008 for that truck. There are more metal twist-ties on toys nowadays than on an entire shipment of nuclear fuel to Yucca Mountain.

Chris walked over, slowly, as is his way. He gently yanked on the wires holding the present hostage to the box. The wires shrugged off, almost embarrassed to have caused a fuss. His duty done, Chris walks slowly back to the couch, where he could enjoy a Coke and chips in peace until needed.

Steve finally succeeded in deadlifting the coffee table on his third try, but no one dared tell him that Emma was holding up the other end.

And everyone knew a masterpiece was playing when the name "Jerry Bruckheimer" appeared ...

"Look!" Emma screamed in a combination of awe and terror. "Stuff's blowing up for no reason over a deafening soundtrack!" And so another Bruckheimer fan for the ages is created.

Men, do you also get the idea that women sit together, contemplating, "What can I do to make my husband feel guilty tomorrow?"

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