In what is potentially a gross misunderstanding of Christmas in general, my 2.5yo has hidden her wallet ahead of Santa’s arrival.
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deleting my mental health to focus on my social media
Sometimes I wonder what ever happened to people who asked me for directions.
establish dominance over your significant other by addressing birthday and valentine’s day cards as ‘to whom it may concern’
*me as a police sketch artist
*turns Etch-o-Sketch aroundAre these the stairs that guy dragged you down?
How to Talk To A Woman Who Is Hiding Behind That Plant. Now She’s In The Alley. Wow, She’s A Fast Runner. How To Talk To The Police.
Dress for the job you want to sleep at
6yo: *sprays perfume on brother’s head*
4yo: it’s ok, I like it
me:
4yo: except for the smell
LIFE HACK: Answer your phone “Hello you’re on the air” and 99% of the time people will just hang up.
The best way to dry off a wet baby is to leave him in a jar of rice overnight.
Had to change my work password twice today and I’m rapidly running out of Brendan Fraser movies.
[at the opera]
Date: this is going on forever
Me: oh, they can’t stop until I sing
After 2 weeks of multiple health screens and asking everyone to quarantine, I surprised my closest inner circle with a trip to a private island where we could hunt people for sport.
Rice: for when you’re not really
hungry but still wanna eat a 1000
of something.
Did your date order honey for dinner? Did your date eat the waiter when he brought the honey? Is your date a bear? You are dating a bear.
Him: you’re so cool
Me: thanks
Him: …and aloof
Me: thanks
Him: it’s like you were raised by cats
Me: *licks his face* huh?
If you sneeze again after I say bless you then the devil can have you
Important reminders
“Penguins mate for life. Isn’t that romantic?”
You open your mouth to answer but I spit my chewed up cake into it.
“You’re my penguin.”
I maintain neutrality in any situation by remaining clueless.
I can’t do this. I think I’m dying. Why does your face look like a donut?
~ me 30 minutes into dieting
[rolls down car window]
“Sir there’s a baby on your roof!”
Wait, if the baby is there… [sees coffee strapped in car seat]
Oh thank god!
ew if literal: let me be clear
5: *comes in room* hey old lady
Me: *looks around*
5: *looks me in the eye* hey old lady
Me: *packages him up in Amazon box and puts outside for collection*
A boy at school tells me I’m looking like a snack. I plead with him to take it back, but it is too late. My teachers huddle around me with a bloodthirsty look in their eyes.
“D I D Y O U B R I N G E N O U G H
T O S H A R E”
Moses: Yo, I think you typo’d this tablet, “Thou shall not Bill”?
God: Frig sakes.
Moses: Lol. Still want me to read it?
“It’s not you, it’s me.” -Twins looking at some family photos
I hate it when people write tweets with the algorithm in mind. Everyone’s trying to Taylor their content to what’s popular. I’m Swift ly losing patience with this.