Add “huzzah” to any sentence to get to seventeen syllables.

Another weekend: I play a cantata and wait for you to call.

Even what we slough off we still live with, until we vacuum it up.

At beauty school, one training head looks like Jesus, another like Cher.

Four hours after the training session, I’m still wearing my nametag.

Now I only think of Kansas City when I hear “Kansas City.”

During the night someone took my eyes and replaced them with smaller eyes.