The Powder Room

Lorna was horrified by the handprints all over her new ultrasuede suit.

That’s the last time she chooses a pat down over the full-body scanner.

Happy Halloween

Watching the zombies burn, Miranda made
a mental note to pick up some frankfurters and charcoal briquettes on the way home.

"Isn't that Mel Gibson curled up on the floor?"

Can you believe Mel Gibson
implied I should give him a BJ?

                       He deserves just what he got...
                       If he gets up, can I kick him next?

"I don't hear La Marseillaise."

"Zut alors," muttered Genevieve to no one
in particular when she realized that she'd missed the Bastille Day celebration and was now just a woman in a funny hat.

Leaving church, Lydia was thankful for her habit of overstuffing her handbag.

 The carjacker would never know what hit him.

The hot milk would have no effect...

Eleanor was simply too anxious about Friday's match against the Slovenians.

Emma believed in preparation.

After checking her supply of tampons and minipads, Emma tried to decide between Hershey's dark chocolate and Cadbury milk chocolate with roasted almonds.

Harriet had no pep.

"I should have had the bran muffin," she thought.

Agnes paused.

Once again, Agnes was distracted by the man on the third floor and his curious method of drying off after showering.

Prunella had a glow about her.

Still a bit rumpled from her supply closet rendezvous with Arthur, Prunella warmly welcomed the visiting Amish quilters to the thimble factory.