At the end of the day, it doesn’t matter how many bowling pins you knock down, but whether or not you got a better score than the children playing in the lane next to you.
i think my razor is having a panic attack
this kangaroo looks like it smells like AXE body spray
I taught my 7yo chess and she’s created a lengthy backstory about how this once-peaceful community came to odds and a lengthy battle ensued. I am now of the mind that all chess should have a plot.
breakfast, the most important beer of the day
my house isn’t haunted i just have kids. shit goes missing at random. doors are left open. faucets left running. and don’t get me started on the screams.
“so what brings you to therapy today?”
Dance like you know what you’re supposed to do with your arms while dancing
financial advisor: what are your retirement goals?
me:
all i want is to be as happy as this potato
same vibe as tangled headphones
yes yes a thousand times yes!
CTRL + C and CTRL + V another window
all my demons came for free. these must be organic.
When my kids wanted candy conversation hearts, my husband explained that they’re seasonal, and my 7yo said, “well the government could force stores to sell them.”
Your move, government.