This morning, I realized Mormon missionaries and McDonald's supervisors are hard to tell apart if you're outside the name tag legibility zone.
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.