I often think that a flower pot falling off of a window sill and onto my head would solve most of my problems.
The sooner you admit that you’ve made a mistake, the sooner you can move on to making bigger and better mistakes.
My youngest just brought me a bagful of her baby teeth and is demanding answers.
I find it very upsetting that dragon fruit has such a cool name, looks so exotic, and then tastes like a diabolical farmer crossed a kiwi with a potato.
It’s brave, unless you fail. Then it’s just stupid.