Some days are tougher than others. Sometimes I get up and am totally over the day before I even get on the subway. And heck, my life's pretty easy, all things considered.
Ever have a day where one little thing seems like it'll just send the rest of whatever you had planned tumbling down like a Jenga tower?
I can't tell you how many times I've had the ol' Wolverine yogurt-rip and just decided to go back to bed.
Also, if the rent is lower than what I pay right now, I might actually move in because it looks bigger than my place.
But that would require me to have any style at all, I guess.
Not only that, but this is your finishing picture. Take that one home and frame it, champ.
So I guess the rest of your day is basically putting your life back together?
I mean, make it rain tiny shreds of cash. Which is cheaper, but probably doesn't feel as awesome.
I don't really have any reason to use push pins at my job, but if I did, I will never trust a glass jar again.
Superheroes, firefighters, astronauts...or regional paper company chili klutzes? We can do better for our kids.
We are all Kevin in that moment. RIP, famous chili.
I wonder if the editors would let me reformat my keyboard like this.* It could be cool, right?
Editor: No. No, it wouldn't.
I have to say, I prefer my chicken...uh, more well-done than this. Better luck next time.
You know that it felt light when they picked it up, too. "Am I getting stronger?" Noooope.
I guess every day that I don't eat pizza I confront my worst fears. I'll let you know if I ever go a day without pizza.
You can't make an omelette without breaking a few eggs...or in this case, losing your job at the egg-packing plant.
Sometimes you gotta look out for your future self so that problems like this don't come back around to haunt you.
Sure, this is a hefty cleaning bill and a new door, but...uh...aww, look at his little face!
