When I finally snap it’ll be because I had to type my email address in on the TV.

My favorite type of gender reveal is the one where they just tell me and I don’t have to go to a party to find out.

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

Sleeping nakey nakey nakey just in case Santa wants a different type of cookie tonight.

I either text back right away or never, because I saw your text, replied in my head but forgot to actually type it.

Losing jewelry is a different type of hurt.

If you’re the type of person who likes to be left alone, I’m with you. Better yet, I’m not with you.

The perfect number of cats is two stupid cats. Preferably siblings. But they can’t both be the same type of stupid. One needs to be stupid (dumb) and one needs to be stupid (annoying).

You can always gauge my mood by the type of animal videos I share: sweet puppy videos or a cat smacking the shit out of someone.

They should invent a type of situation that improves.

If you’re sleep-deprived and type the symptoms into Google, you’re as good as dead.

My husband is the do-it-yourself type. I asked him to take out the garbage and he said, “do it yourself.”

Public transportation is great, but they should invent a type where it’s only me in the vehicle.

There’s someone in our team who behaves horribly to me and whenever I have to type his name, I’ve taken to using a slightly smaller font size than for everyone else’s.

I tried being the bigger person but all it got me was type 2 diabetes.