I hate it when I forget my password and the security questions make me relive all of my childhood.
For as much as they teach you “Stop, Drop, and Roll” as a kid, I really expected to be on fire at least once in my life.
The remote does not go next to the TV. That’s the opposite of why you have a remote.
It’s adorable how I write “beer” on my shopping list like I’d somehow forget.
It’s not a “junk drawer,” it’s a free-spirited drawer without expectations or limits.
It’s that time of year again when I should really check in on my friends with pools or boats to see how they’ve been since last summer.
I imagine Christmas morning at the Schrödinger house is quite stressful.
200 Catholics, one cup. -Mass