Overheard a baby crying in the grocery store the other day so I went over and joined him. I get it, little dude, life is hard.

I don’t know how to explain it, but sometimes cheese just falls into my cart at the grocery store.

Pesto is just an Italian word that means “produced by pounding”, so in a way we are all pesto.

I’m so talented I can not only spill food on my clothes but I can get it on yours too.

Teens be like, “You know that crumbled up piece of paper that’s been on the table all week? I need it for school.”

My robot vacuum and I are cut from the same cloth. When we see a line of dirt on the kitchen floor, we just spin around and go the other way.

Waking up has backfired on me so many times.

That sound when you close the cupboard and hear something fall inside, that’s the sound of somebody else’s problem.

Has anybody else completely lost it or is it just me and Kanye?

I really love how squirrels get extra chubby heading into winter mostly because it’s super relatable.

Raise your hand if you’ve ever tried to breathe quieter while walking up a hill so strangers didn’t call 911.

“Well, at least tomorrow is Friday.” -Me, having a bad Wednesday that’s about to get even worse.

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Women in movies look so beautiful when they sleep. Meanwhile, I’m tossing and turning all night like a forgotten 7-Eleven hot dog.

You ever have your knees crack so good that you expect them to glow in the dark. Yeah, me too.

Nothing prepared me for the part of adulthood where you look like a baby deer learning to walk every time you get out of bed in the morning.

The first five days after the weekend are the worst.

Shout out to all you people out there who get asked if you’re okay a lot even though that’s the only facial expression you have.

Good morning to everyone except myself cause I wish I was still asleep.

Hell hath no fury like a sports bra being applied to a just showered but not 100% dry body.