Why is it that I can look at Pugsley’s sweet gray face and see how much he’s aged, but in a lot of ways he still looks like a puppy to me?

Why is it the weekdays drag and the weekends fly?

Why is it no matter how fast I eat, I can never make it to the bottom of my bowl of Froot Loops without some of them getting soggy?

Why is it the other week I was ready to stop talking but somehow you wiggled back, in a bigger way?

Why is it I adore my friends children to pieces, I want to eat them up I love them so. I even feel a twinges of sadness that I don’t have one or two of my own little monkeys to climb all over me and yet when I go home at the end of our day there is an equally big part of me that’s glad I still have my freedom?

Why is it that fathers can make you laugh and mothers can make you cry?

Why is it I can go weeks and months without a breakout but as soon as there is some event I want to look good for, I get the biggest zit pop up out of nowhere?

Why is it I can walk into Sephora needing one $15 item but I leave with $100 worth of make up and hair supplies that I don’t really need?

Why is it that I can’t fall asleep when you’re in my bed?

Why is it that I can spend entire weekends on the couch and be happy as a clam?

Why is it that I didn’t feel what I thought I’d feel?

Why is it that I excel at troubleshooting and executing long drawn out complicated tasks, but I suck at the simplest of chores like vacuuming the house or keeping my closets organized?

Why is it there are so many back stabbers and ass lickers in the world?

Why is it a $50.00 arrangement of flowers lasts about 2 days but the $9.99 grocery store bouquet lasts for weeks...even if you forget to water it?

Why is it that I have more care to stay than will to go?

Why is it when you've been with one person for a long time you end up being repelled by the very things that once attracted you to them in the first place?

Why is it that the grass isn't always greener but sometimes the yard has a nicer view and a landscape that's more suited to your way of living?

Why is it human nature to always want what we can't have and then once we have it we realize we didn't want it that badly to begin with? Why are we the only animals on the planet that live with this kind of gluttoness remorse? Animals are content to take what they need and nothing more. Hunt, eat, mate, and sleep. End of story.

Why is it I can watch the same movie 100 times and always pick up on something different that I hadn't caught before?

Why is it that men can love sports as much as they love women.....and sometimes more?

Why is it that I never run out of things to say?