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.

I like to people-watch, but I’m an advanced people-watcher. When I spot another people-watcher, I like to watch them watching other people.

Netflix needs to stop asking if I’m still watching and start asking if I moved the laundry to the dryer yet.

Watching women’s tennis and getting angry at the net. We shouldn’t put needless obstacles in the way of women.

Drive like no one is watching.

I don’t like who I become when I’m watching someone Google something less efficiently than I would myself.

Watching “Dirty Dancing” as a teenager: Damn right, no one puts Baby in a corner. Watching “Dirty Dancing” as an adult: This girl is a brat and needs a lesson.

I love how all the movies about teenagers have to be set in the 90s or earlier otherwise we’d just be watching kids on their phones for two hours.

I now feel I’ve watched enough reruns of The Shawshank Redemption on basic cable that I’ll be able to successfully make it in prison.

Girls will be like “I have so much to do” then grab some snacks and start watching a 10 part docuseries on serial killers.

I prefer the Easter Bunny, for starters, he’s not making a list and checking it twice, and more importantly, he’s not watching me when I’m sleeping.

Watching a movie on the plane? No thanks. Watching my seatmate’s movie with no audio and not understanding what’s going on for over an hour? Yassss.

I talk a lot of shit for someone who is startled by my own toast popping up while I’m watching it. Every. Single. Time.

It’s strange that watching paint dry is considered boring but going to an art gallery is considered interesting. That’s just watching paint that’s already dry.

Me watching any modern ad: How is this ad an ad for the thing it’s an ad for?

Whenever my hormones try to get me to reproduce after all, I go to IKEA and watch the goings-on there. After that, I’m good again.

If an alien is 60 million light years away and is watching us through a telescope, it will see dinosaurs.

Dance like nobody’s watching, except God, the NSA, and Santa Claus.