I am such a blanket hog. I get the blanket clutched in my grasp and it’s like a death grip.
Sometimes I hate it when people give me encouragement. I feel like saying. “Shut up, I know I can do it I just don’t want to.”
Also the only reason I check my voicemail.
Being asked if I want another drink is like being asked if I want money.
My how Coke has changed over the years. There is something about a glass bottle that just make it better than the plastic ones.
That moment of preparation before stepping on the escalator.