Just tried to impress my cat with my knowledge of quantum physics. Told her about Schrödinger's cat, and she just stared at me like, "Bro, I don't need a box to simultaneously be hungry and not care." Meanwhile, the dog is outside, chasing his tail and proving the chaos theory. Life at home is like a never-ending science experiment where I’m not sure if I’m a genius or just the lab assistant cleaning up the mess.