Monday

This is my wife Alex. She is fantastic. Above we see a picture of her response to a futile attempt to scare me; she was foiled by my exceptional alertness. Better luck next time dear.

Yesterday, when I returned home, a blast of natural gas enveloped my senses as I entered our small apartment. My wife, probably stressed from the 48 hours of non-stop studying she had recently conquered, left our gas stove turned on without a flame.

Seizing the opportunity, I quickly texted to inform her that these assassination attempts had thus far proven unsuccessful.

Two minutes later, I open the fridge to find this. Go ahead. Who doesn't enjoy a game of "One of these  things doesn't belong.."

Two minutes later, tragedy struck again.

Stress is real folks. Take a vacation from your problems.

DanielSan

Friday

This post is dedicated to Caroline Thuet. If only every person could have the precious privilege and prodigious pleasure of Caroline's proclivity to parley through texting.

If this doesn't mean anything to you,

you probably don't mean anything to Dumbledore.