Funny Status Messages

   If you're yelling into FaceTime in an airport bar, the rest of us get to lean over your shoulder and join the conversation.

   Just want the casual confidence of the woman who wears her travel neck pillow to the airplane bathroom.

   A bumper sticker read: "My Pembroke Welsh Corgi is smarter than your Honors Student." Please, someone, make that academic face-off happen.

   I'm watching a friend's kid eat Cheerios one by one off a highchair tray while staring into space, and I want to ask how she got this job.

   This woman at Whole Foods is choosing a bundle of asparagus more carefully than I chose my husband.

   A family at Starbucks is discussing a relative's intervention, and after an hour of eavesdropping I'll be offended if they don't invite me.

   A child in the grocery store wouldn't stop repeating "BUT IT'S NOT FAIR!" so I whispered, "You're gonna do great on Twitter someday."

   "Day drinking"? Listen, kids, when I was young it wasn't called that. We used its full name: "Jesus, Phyllis, it's not even noon."

   Once you're 40, friendships fade; lives move on. Which is good, because you need all that new free time to stare at your neck in the mirror.

   In my dating service, I match two total strangers for a trip to Home Depot. If they end up yelling at each other, they should be married.

   You're an adult. Stop hashtagging full sentences on Facebook.

   It would take a pretty stupid robot to replace me.

   Ryan Lochte = The Real Swim Shady

   I have NO idea who James Corden is, but I would'nt drive with him.

   Before Marriage, Always Agree On The Big Issues: 1) Money. 2) Faith. 3) Please don't play your Steely Dan records. 4) Kids. 5) No, I'm serious about the Steely Dan.

   Rule #35 Of Cleaning A Fridge: Even if you didn't buy broccoli two months ago, there is two-month-old broccoli in the back.

   Someone described their church as a place to go when they're lost and searching for answers. That's how I feel about the grocery store.

   If I was in a car with James Corden and he turned on the radio, I would open the door and get out while the car was still moving.

   I want to be rich enough to leave the house-sitter notes like: "If the cheetah looks bored, jog him on the treadmill. He can watch Friends."

   I would be okay with a ghost in the house if it at least moved a vacuum around the floors once a week.