My son has a giant riding truck that I didn’t move out of the way despite stepping over it all night. My wife asked why and I said I didn’t see it. I blamed it in a maneurism.
I put a red dishcloth over my coffee grinder to muffle it so it doesn’t wake up my kid. It looks like a sheikh. I call it Lawrence of Arabica.
Everything you need to know about the obesity crisis in America is contained in the word “breakfast.”