For the love of me, I can't figure out how to fix this old radio.

Me and mine are coming to the family reunion this weekend.

Many observers blame the me generation for neglecting long-term social commitments in favor of immediate personal satisfaction.

Ay me, everything I loved has been swept away by the storm.

When she said she didn't like horror films, I replied, 'me neither.'

If you give me a few more hours, believe me, the repairs will be completed by Friday, so you can relax.

She cherished the faded coat, a hand-me-on from her grandmother, as if it held family history.

She wore a hand-me-on dress to the picnic that carried the faint scent of lavender and years of memories.

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

Body of me! I never thought I'd see such a sight.