There's a specific kind of quiet that happens right after everybody leaves the house.
Nobody has ever finished a to-do list. We just start new ones and pretend.
The best songs are the ones you know every word to and could not tell you why.
Coffee number two is a decision. Coffee number three is a personality.
Every kitchen has one drawer that's just batteries, takeout menus, and a single mystery key.
The car radio is the last place most of us sing out loud.
There's always one errand that migrates from list to list for about six weeks.
Some songs are three minutes long and some songs are three minutes of your life back.
The dog has opinions about the mail carrier that I do not share but do respect.
Squirrels have taken the tomatoes. I've moved to a containment strategy.
You can tell a lot about somebody by whether they push the cart back to the corral.
Folding laundry is the only chore improved by good music, and it isn't close.
Nobody knows what to do with the last inch of the milk. We just leave it.
The grocery store rearranged everything and I'm not emotionally ready.
There is a certain age where you start liking a comfortable chair a suspicious amount.
Half of parenting is finding a shoe. The other half is finding the other shoe.
Everybody has a song their parents played that they swore they hated.
The plants I ignore are thriving. The one I fuss over is staging a protest.
Somebody in your life still leaves voicemails, and you should probably be kind about it.
Leftovers taste better on day two. This is settled science and I won't debate it.
The best drives are the ones where you go a little past where you meant to stop.
Every neighborhood has one house that goes all out for every single holiday.
There's a song that comes on and suddenly you're seventeen in somebody's back seat.
Nobody's handwriting has survived the last ten years. Mine reads like a ransom note.
The middle of the week is underrated. Nothing is expected of a Wednesday.
There's a jar of screws in every garage and nobody knows what they're from.
You never regret opening the windows. You occasionally regret the playlist.
The people who remember your coffee order without asking are keeping the world running.
An honest nap is not laziness, it's maintenance.
Everybody has a road they take the long way just because it's prettier.
The first cool morning of the year hits different than any other morning.
You outgrow a lot of things, but never the urge to turn a good song up.
