The shoes he brought were indeed comfy. But I can't get over the fact that I was moc-ed.
Nobody expects the Spanish ink precision...
The fireplace isn't very comfy.
Sitting in my comfy chair playing overwatch. She jumps on my head from behind.
I say(sort of mad), "what do you think you're doing"
She replies(cooly), "watching you play overwatch over you."
My kid is too cool for me,
"I don't know why Rosemary hates me so much. " honey, I have some sage advice for you... If you want Rosemary to like you you just have to give her thyme. Go about it gingerly."
Bright side, the couch is comfy
Earlier today, I entered the living room where my parents, younger brother, and some of his friends were hanging out. I proceeded to sit cross-legged (something I don't normally do) on a comfy, unoccupied armchair. My mom stared nostalgically at me and said, "You remind me of my dad. Back when he was alive, he used to sit exactly like that." Without missing a beat, my dad chimed in with, "I guess you could say he is a sitting image of his grandfather."
After I sat down on a comfy couch in the common room at college, and because of the material and weather, I was charged with static. So naturally when our lips got close, a huge bolt of static jumped between us. Laughter ensues and she says, "there's some sparks between us!"