Things I said to my kids this morning and also to my drunk friends at a bar in my 20s:
Finish your drink.
Why are you picking fights with everyone?
We’re leaving, why are you going back inside??
Where are your fucking shoes?!
I went to a woman’s funeral. Her husband gave a eulogy and spoke mostly about himself. I mean he started from his birth and spent a significant amount of time explaining his life and career before he met her. Her pastor said she was the kindest, most helpful person he’d ever met.