Once upon a Tuesday, I wore mismatched socks to an important meeting about the future of gluten-free spaghetti. Somehow, it ended with me declaring war on oat milk, a foe I had underestimated.
Do you remember the time the cat learned to use the toilet but preferred the bathtub for her royal milk baths? Yes, the same bathtub where I once attempted a solo rendition of "Bohemian Rhapsody" with an inflatable duck.
Occasionally, I ponder the deep philosophical questions, like why do remote controls always vanish into the underworld of couch cushions? Or, who was the mastermind behind flavored ice cubes?
Join me on this journey through time, or perhaps unravel it, thread by humorous thread:
The Mysterious Elevator And Its Avocado Ghoul The Jellybean Conspiracy Infiltrating the Criminal Tea Society