Life’s not about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about learning how to Riverdance around a broken bottle of olive oil in aisle 6.
I’ve been making my own bread every single day for two weeks now and I finally understand why people always look so miserable in historic photos.
I’ve spent days trying to make the perfect batch of homemade soap and I’m really starting to appreciate how much pressure Walter White was under.
Having kids is like hoping for the Little House on the Prairie but getting Lord of the Flies instead.
Loving thy neighbour was easier before leaf blowers.
Technically, it’s not gluttony if you refer to it as an “Emotional Support Snack”.