The things I don’t talk about greatly outnumber the things I do.
So far in the rear view mirror, they don’t even appear closer than they are.
They might not always be easy, but they’re my everything. Easy is boring.
I keep picturing Kindergarten Cop only Arnold is screaming, “It’s not the virus!”
No one thanks you for the lights being on. They just blame you when they’re not.
It’s parenthood. If you have a kid, you do it.
I do it for the world and I do it for them. Messing these kids up just isn’t an option.
You go places you never thought you would. You become things you never dreamed.
It feels natural at this point to throw in an “I’m sorry to say”, but I’m not.
I remember being excited about my new Freazy Freakies. What type of frozen tundra did I live in?