The older I get, the more impossible it is to open anything that's childproof. And though I may've sprained my thumbs in the process, these gummies were worth it.
My daughter's friend shared this in their group chat with "Let's Get Arrested!" I'm terrified that my kid will be shot with a rubber bullet, and then I'll suddenly become a cop killer.
The beautiful Egyptian cotton bedspread I ordered weeks ago and was so looking forward to has been destroyed by my cat on the very first night. It's my fault. I feel like an idiot for thinking I can have nice things.