It's 2 p.m., not yet the peak temperature of the day, and it's already 89 degrees. Gah!

If I were not married, I'd rent my house and move somewhere having a *real* winter. But and however, if wishes were horses, then beggars would ride; rich man and poor man in justice abide.

And women? Ah well, they are just property, move along, nothing to concern you here.

Where did that saying originate, I wonder.