There are some things in life you're not prepared for. Like finding two bananas helpfully added to the diaper bag by one of the kids. You haven't purchased bananas in over a month. And the bananas were ripe enough to be ready for a loaf of banana bread baked in 1960.
I love the cold language of radiology reports. While there was no metastasis of the thyroid cancer into nearby lymph nodes (yay!), it said "Brain: Nothing remarkable." I'm insulted.
I somehow triggered Google Assistant while singing "A Bushel and a Peck" to my baby, and I heard my phone pipe up from across the room to tell me this.
Technology frightens me sometimes.