Stepping on a lego.
Forgetting my password.
Losing my car keys.
Forgetting the new password.
Why can’t my 3-year-old learn how to swing?
These are a few of my least favorite things.
The self-checkout line.
Forgetting the password I just changed it to.
My kid pooped in the bathtub.
I’ll just reset it and get another new password.
Legs out, legs in, it’s not that hard to swing.
These are a few of my least favorite things.
When the dog bites,
When the bee stings,
When I’m feeling sad,
I simply remember there’s weed gummies in my pocket,
And then I don’t feeeeeel so bad.
(Although I am totally locked out of my account now.)
Roberta Frosty