We spent Sunday exploring Pity Me, stopping at the local bakery for tea.

Catch me agreeing to babysit on a Saturday night.

When I opened the door and saw the surprise party, bugger me, I couldn't stop laughing.

When she announced her resignation, color me surprised.

We signed up for a mommy-and-me music class at the community center every Friday morning.

Everyone in the group recognized her as a pick-me, always changing her opinions to fit what the guys liked.

After losing my job and getting sick all in one week, I shouted, 'why me'?

I scheduled a me day this weekend to unplug, read, and recharge.

I've reserved three me days next month to relax and recharge.

Many historians refer to the 1970s as the Me Decade because the era emphasized personal fulfillment and widespread self-absorption.