
Another Sunday, another ulcer. The Bears lose, my neighbors think we’re killing each other, and I’m surviving on Tums and tequila like it’s a balanced diet. Forget new quarterbacks—Halas should cover therapy sessions and alcohol counseling for every fan still masochistic enough to watch. Continue reading

What starts as a simple Target run for shampoo and deodorant quickly unravels into a full-blown adventure: the misleading “Dollar” Spot, hypnotic endcaps, the siren call of office supplies, and an Ulta detour that ends with unexpected lip gloss. Proof that no one escapes Target unscathed, or under budget. Continue reading

Back-to-school mornings weren’t routines; they were combat drills. Shoes went missing like fugitives, socks sparked U.N.-level debates, oatmeal morphed into rainbow sludge, and extracurriculars felt like Dante’s eighth circle of hell. Looking back, it was exhausting, hilarious, and pure chaos. But it was our chaos, and somehow, we all managed to survive. Continue reading

Goals are boring adult homework, while quests are where the real fun (and chaos) happens. Goals make you feel like a failure when things go sideways; quests expect the broken bridges, fire-breathing setbacks, and battles. Stop chasing goals and start living like a knight in shining armor. Continue reading
