“YOU’RE FAT.” – my belt

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Who knew a midlife crisis could have so few convertibles and so many cats?


“I’m going to enter you now,” I announce to an elevator to the bewilderment of everyone who is already inside. A lady clutches her purse.


Ladies, if he:
– only wants to hang out when he’s drunk
– never brings you around his friends
– fingers on his head
– no legs or feet
– always trying to sell you pasta

He’s not your man. He’s the hamburger helper glove


Knowing when to keep opinions to yourself is a skill…

That I do not possess, apparently.


My husband pissed me off today, so I hid his keys by putting them in the spot where we keep our keys.


He entered the gym: eye patch on, peg leg in; he’d made his costume himself. It was a pilates class. He realised his mistake immediately.


Friend: I can’t sleep.

Me: Have you tried putting your phone down?

Friend: Then how will I complain that I can’t sleep?