I was interested in the Wisconsin dogman sightings, which were kind of scary, but when you started talking about the ones showing up in bedrooms I must have been agape and my hair [standing] on end.

To decore and beautify the house of God.

She clasped her hands tightly around my back and said, 'Sorry I spoke to you like that. I'm frightened, that's all. In psychology it's called cherophobia — fear of happiness. I'm afraid of getting hurt. Promise me you'll never leave me.'

I've just blown past my calorie limit for the day.