At 32 years old, I should know how to do stuff like prepare for the worst. Instead I let my boyfriend watch the Weather channel nonstop, calmly looking up from my favorite fantasy novel a few times to ask, "So what's our plan?"
laziness
curly hair
Since I am someone who is a former hair abuser (there’s a record on file: feel free to see previous photos of my hair on the Interwebs), I like to say "I’m sorry” to my hair at night a couple of times a week.
food
My great grandma used to slaughter her own chickens. I complain about the effort it takes to put vegetables in a bowl with some dressing.
alcoholism
Can we talk about peeing ourselves?
