Come on, let's skip on home.
I lined up behind an old fellow whose odor almost caused me to skip the meal entirely but I stuck with it and was rewarded by a tasty bowl of chicken soup and a fresh baked roll.
I had opted to skip the short flight to Santa Barbara as Betsy, the seasoned traveler, had no difficulty renting a car and maneuvering the traffic to pick me up at LAX.
He was not a pretty boy but a man with rugged, bad-boy beauty and a slow sensuality about his movement that made her heart skip a beat despite her pain.
Just skip the food.
Rhyn.s voice made her heart skip a beat, and she craned her neck to see past Jared, who whirled.
Maybe we can all save some time if we skip the part where you ask the questions and I just go ahead and answer them.
Why don't you skip his room.
No, but maybe you could skip the florist and tone down the table settings.
"It's a skip case," DeLeo said with a know-it-all air that defied anyone to doubt him.
He says nobody in their right mind would skip out on her.
This type of skip comes up all the time.
Not much motive for a skip, either.
He threw the last stone into the water without trying to skip it.
Great responsibility is thus thrown on the skip in the choice of his players, who are selected for well-defined reasons.
The skip plays last, and directs his men from the end that is being played to.
The duties of the skip will already be understood by inference.
Should a bowl running jackwards touch the jack, however slightly, it is called a toucher and must be marked by the skip with a chalk cross as soon as it is at rest.
But I've just had the bad luck to come out of the sky, skip the solid earth, and land lower down than I intended.
This thought, if a wordless sensation may be called a thought, made me hop and skip with pleasure.
I do love to run and hop and skip with Robert in bright warm sun.
She likes to skip and play, for she is happy when the sun is bright and warm.
I would run, skip, jump and swing, no matter where I happened to be.
The Skip of the Tip-Toe-Hop, a Romance of the Middle Ages, by the celebrated author of 'Tittle-Tol-Tan,' to appear in monthly parts; a great rush; don't all come together.
When the old bell-wether at the head rattles his bell, the mountains do indeed skip like rams and the little hills like lambs.