I said something about my Twitter friends to my husband yesterday and he asked me where they live (I don’t know), what they do for a living (I don’t know), if I know their last names (I do not), can I see a picture (sure!), those are cartoons, what do they really look like? (uhh)
Thousands of Amazon customers take the time each year to post “haven’t tried it yet” as a review — so no, I don’t overly concern myself with the opinions of internet strangers.
Just fully made my bed as if I’m not gonna crawl back inside the first chance I get.
Already cringing thinking of the number of holiday cards that will be sent this year of families wearing coordinated facial masks.
Reese’s peanut butter cups contain only 3% of our daily recommended protein. But if you eat 97 of them… wait, is that right?
Looking at pictures of myself as a kid taken just after my mother cut my bangs makes me wonder what she used to mix in her Tang.
These people on Hoarders knew a camera crew was coming. You’d think they’d tidy up a bit.
Husband and I just heard a noise. Neither of us feels like investigating so we just said See ya on the other side.
