Tax refunds are the government’s slow side-nod and slide-back of a check across the table saying, “Yeah…so, after hearing about your whole situation, we just couldn’t, in good conscience take your money. In fact! Here, let us actually give you some money just for all the trouble
I constantly judge people for your/you’re/there/there typos gone unfixed while 99% of the time am mentally stumped by the difference between were and where. I have to sound it out! Whatta crite.
I set myself up for disappointment every single time I wipe my hands, sigh peacefully and say out loud, “The dishes are done.” THE DISHES ARE NEVER DONE!!
This is how sheltered that I was raised. Whenever I see/hear of anyone with a DNR tattoo, I immediately start questioning how their love for the forest became so deeply rooted.
Over-mixed the heavy cream last night and made, yup! You guessed it- BUTTER. Joe tried to make be feel better by taking the butter and spreading it over broken crumbles of the cake like that was the real prize.