What I learned from Covid is that it’s basically possible to do all your work from home while drunk.

I already want to come home from work tomorrow.

My life is simple, I see a queue of more than 6 people, I go home.

Adulting is when you realize that all you need is a home, stable income and a peaceful partner.

9-5 is really 10-2 if you’re working remote.

Folding laundry is like packing to stay home.

I’m so high at Home Depot right now, and I have to ask where the hose at. And I know I’mma laugh when I do.

People say “go big or go home” like going home is a bad thing. Heck yeah, I want to go home, and I’ll have a nap when I get there.

My bed wasn’t feeling well this morning, so I had to stay home to take care of it.

I haven’t even gone to bed yet and I already can’t wait to get home from work tomorrow.

And then I thought to myself, “What’s the point of cleaning if my family is going to keep living here?”

I tell people I rearrange my furniture to change things up, but we all know it’s to annoy my husband.

Home is where you trust the toilet seat.

I came home to find my boyfriend mopping the floor and my first thought was, “who’d he kill?”

I don’t like being asked “are you at home?” Please expand further so I can know whether I’m at home or not.

If you wish me a happy Thanksgiving, don’t be surprised if I whip out a ziplock bag and ask you to bring me home some leftovers.

Today I started gardening. I planted myself in front of the TV and I sat there the entire day.

Home is where you trust the toilet seats.

If there was an award for staying at home, I’d win and then send someone else to pick it up for me.

Sometimes the whole point of going out is to then really savor coming back home.

I’ve reached a point in my life where if I can’t find parking, I’m just going to go home.

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

No kids at my wedding. Gonna Uber the flower girl home when she’s done.

Nothing refreshes my memory of what I need at the grocery store like coming home from the grocery store.

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

Dancing alone in your home is its own kind of therapy.

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

Ludacris once said “If you ain’t got no money take yo’ broke ass home” and I haven’t left the house since.

Only a couple more days until I come home and pretend I forgot about Valentine’s Day.

Your hoodie strings are uneven. Go home and get your shit together!