Going to a DaBaby concert because I need some alone time, and I know no one else will be there.

Later is the best time to do anything.

Next time I lose my mind I swear I’m not even going to look for it any more.

Don’t worry, better days are coming. They are called Friday, Saturday and Sunday.

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

I pretend I don’t care about stuff, but that’s only because I have no idea what’s going on around me at any given time.

Dear 8 hours of sleep, I miss you so much.

They need to increase life expectancy so I can squeeze in another mid-life crisis.

All our dogs think we quit our jobs to spend more time with them. All our cats think we got fired for being lazy.

Time machine? You mean a clock?

I was having a great time until I remembered that I was ugly.

After I get irritated, it takes me about 2 hours to fix my face.

The only time you should be faking it is when your pet checks to see if you’re awake.

I can’t believe I’m supposed to obey ALL the traffic laws ALL the time.

At the first signs of a sore throat, you should be given the option of just skipping four days into the future.

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

Best threesome: me, my bed and my pillow.

These weekends are starting to feel as long as a lunch break.

I don’t need the audio tour at the museum, I have my teen to provide critical commentary the entire time.

Facebook: because time isn’t going to pass on it’s own.

Why do they call it rush hour when nothing moves?

How quickly family vacations go from “Omg, we only have 4 days left” to “Omg, we still have 4 days left”

I’m staying up past midnight this New Year’s eve. Not to welcome the new year, but to make sure this one is over.

The first time I saw a kiwi I thought it’s a potato with fur.

New challenge called “don’t say ‘wow it’s already dark by five these days’ for the rest of winter”

I want time to sit and read, take a nap and snack. Basically, I want to be in Kindergarten.

No, no, I’m listening, it just takes me some time to process so much stupidity all at once.

Making food: 1 hour. Eating food: 20 seconds. Washing dishes: never ending.

That awkward moment when someone gets angry at you for clicking a pen, but you have to click it one more time to use it.

Until further notice the days of the week are now called thisday, thatday, otherday, someday, yesterday, today and nextday!