I don’t even believe myself when I say I’ll be ready in 5 minutes.

Can we start the weekend again? I wasn’t ready.

Good morning. I’m ready for attention now.

Fuzzy socks on and ready for anything.

If Twitter has taught me anything, a lot of us aren’t ready for a spelling bee.

I am awake and ready to be disappointed.

I’m ready to try another planet.

I’m sick of blessings in disguise. I am ready for a blessing with absolutely no disguise whatsoever.

Dear God, thank you for the job I have. But if you have a lottery win planned for me, I’m ready! Thank you.

I’m not ready to adopt a highway, I can barely raise my own driveway.

I used to be sad about the climate apocalypse, but I went on a few dates and, honestly, I’m ready now.

At what age do people actually meet up to play bingo? I’m ready.

I dreamed I won the lottery, so you can imagine how thrilled I was to wake up and get ready for work.

I get it cicadas, I’m ready to scream for six weeks too.

It always takes me an hour to get ready. 45 minutes for doing nothing and 15 hectic minutes for the rest.

I called the cops on my own party once because I was ready to go to bed.

Your girlfriend needs two hours to get ready. But if you don’t have your shoes on when she’s ready, you’re the problem.

According to the smoke alarm, the food is ready.

Going from summer clothes to winter clothes: “Okay!” Going from winter clothes to summer clothes: “I AM NOT READY!”

I’m ready for a new relationship. My past is buried in the backyard, to fertilize the tomatoes.

The trash gets picked up tomorrow. Be ready.

If Facebook has taught us anything it’s that a lot of people aren’t quite ready for a spelling bee.

Just because I’m awake doesn’t mean I’m ready to do things.

I am physically, mentally and emotionally ready to enter a new phase in my life…. hibernation.