Me: (carrying in groceries -- third trip from the car) Bethany: (standing in the kitchen) Can I help carry the groceries? Me: (huffing and puffing) Actually, that was the last load. Bethany: (folding her arms and tapping her toe) Me:... Continue Reading →
That moment when you're staring into the fridge wondering what jerk ate all the Baby Bell cheese, only to remember it was actually you. *sigh*
My phone when Robert picks me up from work and ends up waiting in the car for 3 minutes.