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.
How many HDMI cords, allen wrenches, exacto knives, leftover screws & bolts from every piece of furniture you've ever assembled, power cord converters, etc should one person own?