Thank you, poor measurement skills. I made way too many potatoes at dinner, which means I get an amazing lunch of Boerenkool tomorrow, and will feel proud in a room full of Dutch coworkers.
Thanks phone, for being in the wrong room when I tried to use you. I got to see sleeping baby Calla, even though I wasn't supposed to.
Thanks minor car accident. You sent me on a detour, and let me try a route I'd never taken before. You made me feel independent and capable.
(via A Cup of Jo)
*After thought: I guess this is a more genuine version of this.