If I were god, I would’ve rested all 7 days.

Being a dinosaur sounds kinda nice. No bills, no work, just extinct.

My big 3? Yapping, napping & snacking!

Sleeping in in winter is really great, you still have about an hour of daylight left before it gets dark again.

A hammock is a terrible place to receive bad news.

I’m not climbing a hill if I’m dying. That sounds terrible. I’ll die on this chair. Drinking orange Fanta.

If you’re wondering how motherhood is going, I’m watching a TV show and someone is in traction with a full body cast and I sighed and said “That looks so relaxing”

There’s nothing like sitting by an open fire and watching the evidence burn.

Autumn at last. Sitting on the sofa all day with a blanket and tea and watching movies. Just like in summer, but with a blanket and tea.

Sleeping in is the most efficient way to find out which morning rituals you can actually do without.

Because it is Friday, I will allow one beautiful woman to invite me for drinks.

Sometimes I feel like I’m cheating on my recliner with my loveseat, in case you were wondering how emotionally invested I am in laziness.

After you do your laundry, you should be allowed to get in the dryer and tumble for a little. No charge.

I’ve named my couch American Idle.

Taking the day off to brush up on conspiracy theories and really get this family party started.

It’s like 10,000 steps when all you need is a nap.

I’d be a terrible masseuse. After 5 minutes, I’d be like, “Okay, my turn.”

I wish I was a cat. No bills, no job, just meow, meow.

Just gonna drink light beers today, because I don’t wanna get drunk but I do enjoy peeing 30 times.

Just once I wanna slide down a dinosaur at the end of my workday, is that too much to ask for?