If you find "Miss This Year" beautiful, then you'll find "Miss Next Year" even more so.
You know, one day you make putts and the next day you don't.
Enjoy every day and make each day great
I try and do 2,500 words a day, every day of the year.
I treated it like every day was my last day with a basketball.
There were happy days, with watermelon, and sad days of whiskey.
Don't forget Mother's Day. Or as they call it in Beverly Hills, Dad's Third Wife Day.
The media is going to treat you good one day and bad the next day.
The good old days are now.
One of my favorite days, yes. All day, massaging Harrison Ford. That was rough.
Rendezvous day is the third day of our mission, and that's a big day for us.
If you don't mark your successes, the day your ship comes in could be just another day at the office, and there's no poetry in that.
Live each day as if it were the first day of marriage and the last day of vacation.
I practise law almost every day. Exclusively criminal work these days.
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