
[first date]
Him: *dips chip into salsa rather than scooping*
Me: *gets up and leaves*
(…comes back, grabs salsa bowl, leaves for real)
You can totally mistake a slipper for a cat when you don’t have your glasses on. Even after you pet it, you can’t be sure.
[first date]
Him: *dips chip into salsa rather than scooping*
Me: *gets up and leaves*
(…comes back, grabs salsa bowl, leaves for real)
Yelling “you’re not my real ladder!” at your step ladder.
“How many dead bodies do I have to leave on the porch before they acknowledge me?”
-Cats
Her: Just relax and be yourself.
Me: No, you’re going to have to pick one or the other.
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I had a client Zoom in for Court, smoking a cigarette and beer in hand, slurring words.
Words I never thought I’d hear a judge say: “You’re in court right now. Quit smoking. Put that beer down.”
I thought we were both kidding when we made plans for me to watch your kid.
When picking art supplies for your children, never pick glitter. You will always regret picking glitter.
[role playing in bed as pirates]
Me: Arggh, I want that booty.
Her: *giggling* Mmmk
Me: [takes out a map] Now if we cross the Atlantic…
Sometimes you need to hug someone out…
…cold.