When you scream into your pillow, the memory foam never forgets.

Less is more, unless it’s kindness, sleep, or toilet paper.

I can’t decide if people who wear pajamas in public have given up on life, or they are living it to the fullest.

The key to happiness: 1/ order a pizza. 2/ eat that pizza. 3/ repeat!

The quickest way for a parent to get a child’s attention is to sit down and look comfortable.

So grateful for pillows. My head works hard, it deserves its own bed.

Onesies are amazing till you have to really pee in the middle of the night then you question all your life’s decisions.

Home is where you trust the toilet seat.

Best threesome: me, my bed and my pillow.

I can’t sleep good when I know the food is feeling cold in the fridge.

When Dr. Seuss wrote, “Oh, The Places You’ll Go,” he did not consider how comfortable my couch would be.

I like my bed more than I like most people.

Home is where you trust the toilet seats.

Spent most of the day making sure my couch still works. So far so good.

Sometimes I just want someone to hug me and say “I know it’s hard, but you’ll be okay. Here’s a coffee and a million dollars.”

I’ve already picked out my sweatpants for New Year’s Eve.

A weighted blanket isn’t enough today, I need to be compressed into a zip-file.

Even on the coldest of days, there’s such peace found in the warm embrace of a hot pizza.

You know you’re an introvert when you want to go home before even leaving the house.

I prefer my weighted blanket in human form.

I would pay extra for a dental hygienist who was comfortable with silence.

I once let a really short guy be the big spoon and it felt like I went to bed with a backpack on.

I love coming home and being at home and sitting inside my home and staying home.

Sex is cool but have you ever had your bed all to yourself.

A hot coffee and a crispy bagel doesn’t change anything but it can’t hurt.