Why is the kitchen always the clutteriest room?
How did four of us ever live in this house? It seems impossible that there were dinners and Christmases and birthday parties and overnight visitors in the space I look around now.
You have frozen pizzas. Good frozen pizzas, no less. Why do you wrestle with the urge to order Domino's?
Humans should be able to shake out like animals do. That's a design flaw, if you ask me.
There are few things better in a crafter's life than a brand new pair of scissors.
I have developed an intense lack of patience with the word "countless."
Kind of along those lines, how can we be truly, truly be sure no two snowflakes are the same? Around the entire planet?
Along those lines
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