Understand that this is not hyperbole and I am 100% serious and I know that there are more important things going on but

Stickers that leave sticky shit behind should be illegal.

I’ve had this phone number for 14 years yet the texts intended for Vashti the Texas Republican persist.

Life with four kids is ordering a package of Pepperidge Farm London Fog Milano cookies, being stupidly excited to try them, and then coming home to the package ripped open and empty on the kitchen counter.

Last night my husband put my laundry in the dryer. On high. I am a victim.

Oh, no. One of my fellow PTO moms— basically the only one I get along really well with, just posted on Facebook that she is very excited about everything RFK is doing to “fix” our country’s food. There goes that “friend.” I just can’t.

I think my mental health may improve if I quit reading comments. Every time I read the comments, I lose a little more faith in humanity.

Tis the season!

The urge to move and take nothing with us because we have so. much. stuff.

My youngest’s middle name came from my favorite character in this movie 😅

Harrison must not have prayed hard enough.

“I do not own the rights to this music” in your post gives me the ick and I will literally hold it against you forever.