I want a small, tasteful wedding. No family. No friends. No groom. Just me eating a big cake.

My ideal vacation would be to drop my family off at the airport and then have a week of peace and quiet.

The good news: once you get a PhD, friends and family will refer to you as doctor. The bad news: They will only do it when you’re wrong.

Had chicken and egg for dinner because I wanted to eat the whole family.

Not sure if β€œlife hack” exactly, but I fell down the stairs and now my whole family is being so nice and catering to my needs.

It’s amazing, when it’s your birthday you really feel the love from family, friends, lovers, former dentists, yoga studios and various smootheries.

The recipe I’m making specifically says allow to cook undisturbed, and yet my whole family is standing in the kitchen.

My credit score is a family of raccoons hissing over a McRib.

It’s all fun and games until you send the clapping emoji instead of the prayer hands when commenting on the news of a death in the family.

I grew up in a poor family. We didn’t have much, but we had each other. And that was the worst part.

I will selflessly protect my family from a life of diabetes by eating all the sweets myself.

I don’t understand why “family-run” should be a sign of quality. North Korea, for example, is also family-run and doesn’t convince me at all.

Gave my family the wrong address for our beach rental. Hoping to get a couple days in before they find me.

The best part of vacation with your extended family is talking shit about them on the trip home.

It’s only a family vacation if you think β€œWe’re never doing this again” at least once.