On Wednesdays we wear pink.

People: TwO SpaCeS iS wRoNg! Same people: Type on a qwerty input keyboard

I am not a fan of having to wear clothes, but since the office frowns on me Donald Ducking it, I’m at least going to stay comfortable. Seersucker season isn’t over until I say it’s over.

Give her a weekend and she’ll be flipping spatulas and juggling knives with the best.

JJ can totally do the onion choo choo train.

Looks like you’re about to enter your backyard hibachi era.

I’ve got this feeling that won’t subside I look at you and your scalp so nice You’re mine to bite Now I’ve got your parasites With…these… hungry lice One scratch or two and I can’t disguise I’ve got Hungry lice I feel the itching between you and I —Fun songs with Dad (Dirty Dancing soundtrack)

[taps the sign]

I’m not a barbarian, Sir.

On Sundays I download the school menus for the week and post them to the family text group so the kids can tell us which days we need to pack lunch. Today, when I accidentally sent the menus to a bunch of folks from law school. Looks like I’m packing a LOT of lunches this week.