It's All Relative

It is annoying. And loud. And nothing ever goes to plan. But it’s so much better this way.

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But there is a limit. A limit, I tell you! Don’t tell me you’re in cardiac arrest when you really just want me to BRING COOKIES.

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Flashback: The Dog Whose Name I Could Not Say

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My 80-year-old Grandma is making me look like a sissy.

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You know what I want them to say at my funeral?

LOOK! She’s moving!

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