And the most important question is… who’s gonna clear that shit for us STAT if we die unexpectedly?
Unfortunately, you either know someone who fits in one or more of these categories, or you do YOURSELF.
Enjoy this time while it lasts, considering that the next few holidays are all about family togetherness, and there’s truly nothing more bone-chilling or spine-tingling than that!
No, super involved volunteer mom, I don’t want to work the damn concession stand Friday night. I want to stay home and talk to zero people.
I think of all the things my master ankle-biter will be able to sink his teeth into:
Kids gonna be kids, and life’s gonna be life, so at the very least, we can gather some laughs in the void wasteland that is living in 2020.›‹
If you’re posting and scrolling on social media platforms, then chances are you have already come in contact with some of these angry men.
There are things I miss now that I’m a SAHM. Like shitty cafeteria food. And a cell-like cubicle. And endless paperclips. Where are all the paperclips?