Ever notice how being an adult is basically just Googling how to do stuff? Like, "How to cook chicken without giving everyone food poisoning," or "How to fold a fitted sheet without losing your sanity." I’m convinced adulthood is just a series of tutorials I should have paid better attention to. And don’t even get me started on taxes. Every April, I’m like, "Dear IRS, I’m not trying to hide anything, I just genuinely don’t understand what’s happening." In a wild plot twist, my dog seems to have his life more together than I do! 🐶