Coco's laugh sounded like the frenzied playing of a drunken marimba player.

He believed himself to be lazier than he actually was.

They welcomed the summer with open arms and open containers.

He always seemed fastidious and fussy, appearances belied by his overarching love of  female mud wrestling.

She enjoyed going on dates with Earl since he never stopped talking, which allowed her to enjoy her meal without the nuisance of an actual conversation.

The tree outside the bedroom looked like a Japanese watercolor.

What he believed would be a simple home repair became a Sisyphean task that sucked away his summer, fall and the greater part of winter.