Horchata. I'm not comfortable drinking rice. It makes me feel confused.
Rob's sleep-talking last night sounded like he was droppin' lyrics for Hootie and the Blowfish. "She's crazy. Her life was all she could create from nothin'." Seriously. That's what he said.
So getting a brazilian is weird because you're like, "Hey, nice to meet you. Take care of this, please?"
If it has Cream of Chicken in it, its never going to be bad.
Actually using the word "hashtag" in a conversation makes it way better. #hashtag, amiright?
Every time I pass a box of Cadbury Creme Eggs I feel like I need to slip them into a canvas, drawstring bag and journey with them to Mount Doom until they can be destroyed with fire. Dammit, Cadbury! You glorious manufacturers of chocolate!
I saw a billboard for UTI.edu. Apparently it stands for Universal Technical Institute. Except, it actually stands for urinary tract infection. The medical diagnosis had dibs on that acronym first and I feel like we should just let science keep it.
Every time I watch Thomas the Train and Thomas exclaims, "Bust my buffers!" I snicker a little and hope that my child will be more evolved than I am.