Dad Shit
Thermostat Wars: A Dad’s Last Stand
It's 68 degrees. It's always been 68 degrees. It will be 68 degrees until the day I die, and then you can set it wherever you want, you animals.
Dad jokes, thermostat wars and the slow loss of dignity that comes with raising tiny humans.
It's 68 degrees. It's always been 68 degrees. It will be 68 degrees until the day I die, and then you can set it wherever you want, you animals.
The eye rolls aren't failure. They're applause in a language teenagers haven't learned to speak yet.