Feeling sorry for cannibals who are social distancing.
just cold shoulders.
Tweezers? Razor? Oh, hell no! By the time this is over, I’m going to need new shears and a lawn mower.
Throwing it back to 3 weeks ago today, when I came home for lunch…and I’m still here.
In the past 3 weeks, my trash has gone out more than I have.
I’m getting the hang of this hermit thing.
I only eat one meal a day now. It starts at 9 am and ends at 7:30 pm, but still.
I love Pilates. At my age, you don’t hear, “Lay down and put your legs in the straps” very often.
I find it ironic that several times a day I have to let a computer know that I’M not a robot.
Me: It’s not how often you fall down, it’s how many times you get up that matters.
Cop: That’s not how field sobriety tests work.