I didn’t know you could score other than kicks, and touching down.
My old tool kit my dad got me like five years ago for Christmas has dwindled to a hammer and five of the exact same adjustable wrench. Like I’m pretty sure there’s a tool gnome in my house who feels bad for stealing my things, so he leaves me adjustable wrenches for everything he takes.
She came over specifically to tell me I’m a good editor.
Are you sure she didn’t say that you were a good eater? They sound pretty close.
Well, you know — you win some, you lose some. Other times I just blame you for my problems.
It was an excellent use of my time. I did nothing while she worked.