| That awkward moment when you realize when your wife said she was hungry you were not supposed to say “me too, what are you cooking for dinner?” |
I just saw a lady that had more wrinkles that a elephants ball sack. More rolls than a New York bakery. More chins than a Chinese phone book.
If brains were dynamite he couldn’t blow his nose
The distance between making a memory and making a life is about the same distance between a memory and memoir and memory
In the end your life’s work will simply become a memory to many or to a few. Regardless, what matters is will it be a good memory or a bad one