I saved my Q tip so I could ask my husband if my earwax looked normal when he woke up. This is marriage.
My teen is officially at the part of math where I need to sit down with him and say, “Son, we are a family of idiots.”
Forget Prince Charming. I want a bed that changes sheets daily and legs that always feel clean shaven and when the two meet each night the sleep is magical.
I got 3 looks. And that’s it. I got a teacher look, a mom look, and a raccoon that got into the dumpster behind Chipotle and passed out after eating too much look.