Still getting used to explaining common sense solutions to my elders. PGP.

The “I keep writing 2013 accidentally!” conversation. PGP.

Pulling a muscle and not having the slightest clue how you did it. PGP.

It’s 3:30 – time for the lady next to me to get on the phone with her husband and figure out what they’re doing for dinner. PGP.

My wife reminding me that “it’s trash day” for the past 5 years. PGP.

That person in the office who tries to sound intelligent by making emails way too long and way too complicated. PGP.

Pulling a Costanza by wearing a stained shirt under your sweater. PGP.

Having to increase the font size on your computer screen so you can actually read it. PGP.

An ironing board is on my Christmas list. PGP.