Impetuous Thought Vomitings

Me: *minding my own business, checking work emails* The People's Pension: "AS YOU NEAR RETIREMENT AGE!!!"

So, you're telling me it took less than a day to teach my dog my daughter's new name, but when she publicly comes out and changes to her new name on Facebook, family members have her name right in front of them when they're wishing her happy birthday...

A month ago I thought I'd be watching it with my son. Last night, I watched it with my daughter.

The dog was asleep next to the bed, until he farted, made himself jump and banged himself on the bed frame.

A while back, my son asked me to write an iZombie x Final Destination crossover. 

I love the fact that my son’s latest thing is giving me fanfic prompts. Apparently, his wishlist includes “Galinda encouraging Elphaba to be less goth,” and “Galinda and Elphaba getting married.” 

“For your work to be invoiceable, you need to have slain 52 dragons, defeated Achilles, and submitted your invoice whilst drinking a glass of water and standing on your head. Good luck!” 

MindEd: “Here’s what one young person wrote about...” 

One of my former counselling coursemates: *implied I'd need to be serious to become a counsellor*