I don’t miss my pre-baby bod.
I don’t need to write down that important piece of information. My mind is a steel trap.
I won’t eat dessert tonight.
I’m an efficient grocery bagger via the self check out.
I’ll shower later.
Today’s the day: Jack will stop refusing bottles because he’s almost 7 months old!
I’m going to make time for juicing. (*Pours bowl of cereal instead.*)
I won’t yell at the dog today.
The dryer is basically an iron.
Jeans = fancy.