so let me get this straight i'm just expected to keep coming up with stuff to make for dinner for... the rest of my life?? seems absolutely unreasonable
*future children ask me what the best day of my life was*
Me: Feb 28th, 2019
Them: that's not the day you married dad or the day we were born, what even was that?
Me: Nick, Joe, Kevin, sit down it's time for a history lesson.
i’m so passionate about going to sleep without an alarm set for the next morning. will I wake up at 10? 2? 7 bc my body’s accustomed to it? who knows, but the alarm is not my master on saturdays. dobby has no master. dobby is a free elf