Ow that my son has left for college I’m going to have to have a garage sale. There’s no way all those repatriated bowls and cups are going to fit in the cabinets.
Whenever my anxiety gets the best of me, I console myself by going over the list of people I want to f*ck with & haunt if I get killed in a freak accident
It happens, and then life goes on. Then it happens again. And the only thing that changes - the literal only thing - is that it happens sooner and sooner