Seeing her friend Marcia wearing a new locket, Ashley asks if there is a memento of some sort inside.

“Yes,” says Marcia, “a lock of my husband’s hair.”

“But Larry’s still alive?”

“I know, but his hair is gone.”

When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that’s amore.

When an eel bites your thigh and you bleed out and die, that’s a moray.

When you’re smashed with a jug in a South Auckland pub, that’s a Māori.

When you see a big boat tied up with a rope, that’s a mooring.

When you wake up and it’s bright because it’s no longer night, that’s the morning.

You matter...

Until you multiply yourself by the square of the speed of light.

Then you energy.

I need to re-home a dog.

It's a small terrier and tends to bark a lot.

If you're interested, let me know and I'll climb over my neighbor's fence and get it for you.