Everyone makes fun of people who say their kids’ age in months. “Our sweet son is named Thermometer and he’s 28 months old.” Once a girl said her dog was 17 months old. Everyone hates it. Not us, we respect it. Sometimes I forget how old I am in YEARS, let alone months. Most of the time, we can’t remember what day of the week it is, let alone the age of a Corgi in months. In conclusion, don’t name your son Thermometer.
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Is anyone else just eating whatever they want and telling themselves, “Once the gyms open up, that’s when it changes”? Anyone else? Like, WHAT IF a full box of brown sugar frosted Pop-Tarts is the cure for Coronavirus? It may not be, but Pop-Tarts is a more reasonable cure than bleach.
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