“How’s your bracket?” PGP.

Lying about your St. Patrick’s Day plans. PGP.

“Where’s your green?” PGP.

Boss tried to “updog” me this morning. PGP.

Conversations over the cube wall. PGP.

Bumble swipes in traffic. PGP.

Waiting for payday so I can finally Christmas shop. PGP.

I feel like all the girls I know made a pact to get married within the same year. PGP.

Being the only one told to “take it easy” at the Holiday Party tomorrow. PGP.

“My youngest son is right around your age”. PGP