*And by sick, I mean my head feels like a bowling ball, I can’t go more than 2 steps without wiping my nose, and I’m high on Benadryl.
Walking into a room where people were formerly carrying on a hushed conversation and they suddenly become mute and intensely interested in their fingernails.
Adults thinking, “Everyone please stop talking,” means everyone except them.
A package being delivered to the wrong address, but the neighbors are never home, so it is just sitting there in their living room. (Not that I peered through their front windows or anything.)
Cheap tissues with the texture of plywood
Paying $83 at the Optometrist office to find out a 7yr. old has perfect vision.
Blogger adding extra spaces to my perfectly spaced post