Who’s that handsome man in the blue puffy coat teaching kids how to make balloons out of garbage bags?
One hint: I’m going to marry him!
How come they didn’t have engineering classes when I was a kid?
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Who’s that handsome man in the blue puffy coat teaching kids how to make balloons out of garbage bags?
One hint: I’m going to marry him!
How come they didn’t have engineering classes when I was a kid?
The guy sitting next to me in the coffee shop has taken the establishment’s vat of white sugar and placed it on his table for his own use.
Should I just ignore him, or do I politely say, “Hey, buddy! Quit hoarding the sucrose, you sugar hog!”
It’s always a self-deprecating moment when you scream over something that’s much smaller and a whole lot deader than yourself.
Let’s be honest. The flattened snake I pedaled next to on this morning’s bike ride was in no way a threat, but that didn’t stop me from inadvertently letting loose a loud “Ah” when I saw it.
I was just reminded, again, how much better my life would be if I could whistle.
Sigh.
It’s a little bit irritating when a person with a bike sticker on their car almost runs me over (twice!) while I’m on my bike.