James Herriot Enthusiast Pillows

'Can you tell me where James Herriot lives?'

Woman forcing family to hike through hills.

"Yes, I'm alone."

"I was hoping summer camp would be more ... campy."

Knight ponders on how to remove sword from the stone. Peasant onlooker says: 'You wanna get some WD-40 on that, mate.'

'The upside is that if the water gets high enough all your termites might drown.'

'It's a sign of the times, a high rise block of caves reserved for hermits.'

Talent, pluck, or plain dumb luck?

"If you need anything in the building, just call the super. This is the only known photo of him."

'Hanging around the house, Fred, just in case.'

man juggling career, home and children

"Actually, Sally, my name isn't Mrs. Santa Claus... It's Barb. I'm not defined by my husband."

"You can take her ... just pretend she's my mother."

Despite some initial reservations, the knights were often grateful for Guinevere's presence at the Round Table.

The Ultimate Sleeping Bag.

'Love your renovations.'

'He touched you and you can walk again? I just got an illegible prescription.'

"You go on ahead. I'm going to hang out here for the next few months until everyone stops saying the word 'caucus.'"

"Do you think solitude drives you insane?"

"Hey. . . in use!"

"He's a super-calloused fragile mystic, hexed by halitosis."

Lancelot put to the Test.

"So that's Ireland."

"I've had custom reading glasses made that blot out the words 'brexit' and 'royal.'"

'To me! Let's party.'

"Which one more says 'Cool Guy?'"

Chicken soup is in an intravenous drip.

"Well he's sweating, pale, and out of breath, but then again he's not used to being home doing the housework."

'Do you think he knows we're carrying beef sandwiches?'

'It isn't polite to point.'

'Thank goodness, the publishers rejected my self help book.'

"It's about this Hans Brinker boy. Either you stop him or he stands to lose a finger!"

'I told you that nobody would show up.'