There are some things in life that you can just count on. They just go together.
Like how huge sweatshirts are as comforting as a hug.
Like how every time I bathe, lotion, and clothe Thing 3, she poops two minutes later.
Like how cheddar cheese just gets yummier and yummier the older I get.
Like how gluten will, of course, be in your formerly favorite foods. Except cheese.
Like how huge sweatshirts are as comforting as a hug.
Like how every time I bathe, lotion, and clothe Thing 3, she poops two minutes later.
Like how cheddar cheese just gets yummier and yummier the older I get.
Like how gluten will, of course, be in your formerly favorite foods. Except cheese.
Like how your heater will break, just before it gets really cold.
Like how when you finally (FINALLY!) make an appointment to get your fe-mullet cut off and hopefully look like a human being, the weather forecast for your appointment time looks like this:
Like how when you finally (FINALLY!) make an appointment to get your fe-mullet cut off and hopefully look like a human being, the weather forecast for your appointment time looks like this:
Which would not be a big deal in 90% of the country, but down here? This means almost a sure cancellation of the appointment and the triumph of the femullet.
There are some forces of nature that you just can't fight.
