People who don’t have a dishwasher, where do they bang their shins?

It’s crazy that you don’t really argue with a baby for the first year of its life and then you have to argue with the baby every day.

Welcome to adulthood: you’re not hungover, it’s just Tuesday.

The question “how is work” really pisses me off. Work is work, bro, I don’t know what else you want me to say.

Old people like to golf every day because they are so sick of everyone’s shit and just wanna repeatedly whack something.

Sorry I’m late, traffic is exactly how it’s been every day for the past couple years, and I was not expecting that.

Getting old is not fun. Sometimes I have to check my texts and photos when someone asks me what I did yesterday.

“You should exercise for at least 30 minutes every day”. Okay, and how much if you’re not trying to go to the Olympics?

The 5 seconds in the morning, when I don’t yet know who I am, is the best time of the day.

Every morning when that damn alarm clock goes off, I just feel it so much: A million-dollar inheritance suits me much better than an office job.

The adult version of “head, shoulders, knees and toes” is “wallet, glasses, keys and phone.”

Home is where you’ve left the shopping list.

I’m basically a taxi today for the kids and dogs.

A garlic a day keeps the doctor away.

Petition to allow customer service employees to fight at least one customer per day.

I hate when my kids ask me impossible questions like: What day is it?

50% of parenting is just trying to decide if that noise is worth walking up all of those stairs.

Me every time I wake up: Oh no, not again!

I don’t have mirrors in my house. I mean, who wants to see disappointment everyday?

If only my bank balance was as high as my daily calorie intake.