M discovered these little sayings on the calendar in our house. They could be interpreted as extremely proactive and optimistic advice, or super depressing:
November: “it doesn’t get any better than this.”
December: “one thing you can’t recycle is wasted time.”
Not sure how to feel, exactly.
Meet ‘Murica: my very first ever thanksgiving turkey. Covered in truffle chive butter and a bacon lattice.
Getting ready for our Christmas party! M and I have coordinating, alcoholic sweaters.
It’s literally a miracle I’ve never assaulted anyone.
Definitely failed my Advanced Organic Synthesis exam…
M & I watching Say Yes to the Dress - Bridesmaids.
It’s not about you, don’t be tacky.
The one tool to rule them all! I think every Gen.Chem. grader needs one of these as standard issue.
My dad always taught me: Never attribute to malice that which is just as easily explained by stupidity.
I’ve had this theory for awhile, M can attest, that we will never receive alien contact. Because frankly, if you were an alien rolling around the universe, driving past Earth would be like driving through the ghetto. Speed up, don’t make eye contact, and sure as shit don’t stop the space ship.