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Read more about When School, Work, and Life All Decide to Test You at Once
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When School, Work, and Life All Decide to Test You at Once

Oct 06, 2025
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I am not sure what is happening or why it is happening but I feel like I am drowning in everything so here you go
Read more about When the Dryer Said “Nope”
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When the Dryer Said “Nope”

Oct 06, 2025
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Just when I thought laundry day was going smooth, my dryer decided it was done working for the week. Guess who’s hanging clothes like it’s the 80s again?
Read more about When Thunder Says “Not Today
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When Thunder Says “Not Today

Oct 05, 2025
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Sometimes the weather just has other plans — like reminding me that thunder and showers don’t mix! One loud boom, one power flicker, and I was out of that shower faster than an Olympic sprinter. Lesson learned: when the sky grumbles, the shampoo waits till morning.
Read more about 👉 No Chewy on My Hotdog!
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👉 No Chewy on My Hotdog!

Oct 04, 2025
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When I was 3 or 4, I started a full-blown hotdog meltdown over something no one could understand—“No Chewy!” My poor brother-in-law was lost until my sister translated: no chili. Once the crisis was solved, I rocked my pink curlers, ate my cheese puffs, and proudly declared victory. No Chewy, no problem. 🌭😂
Read more about Hairball
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Hairball

Oct 02, 2025
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Mt. Trumpmore as a crucial element within the political allegory Hairball, positioning it as a central metaphor and symbol for Donald Trump's ego and desire for monumental recognition. This fictional landmark serves as the foundational setting where the protagonist awakens, immediately establishing the pervasive influence of Trump's self-perception on the chaotic political landscape being satirized. Furthermore, the source highlights that Mt. Trumpmore is just one of several symbolic devices used in the play, alongside others like "The Elevator" and the concept of a "Trump monster," all of which deepen the play's political commentary by visually and conceptually grounding the allegory in themes of unchecked ego and public adoration. Ultimately, Mt. Trumpmore functions as a powerful visual concept emphasizing that the entire satirized political environment is shaped by the central figure's colossal self-image.
Read more about Daddy's Little Engine
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Daddy's Little Engine

Oct 02, 2025
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"Daddy's Little Engine" is a surreal and highly satirical narrative, presented as events unfolding in "Ronald's mind after his shower and frontal lobotomy." The story serves as a scathing critique of contemporary political and social discourse, particularly targeting figures resembling Donald Trump and Elon Musk, and their perceived followers. The narrative employs grotesque imagery, absurd situations, and distorted language to highlight themes of narcissism, irrationality, manipulation, and the commodification of national identity. The fragmented, dream-like structure, marked by frequent scene changes and non-sequiturs, underscores a sense of mental instability and societal decay.
Read more about The Sequel:Broken Arm Part 2
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The Sequel:Broken Arm Part 2

Oct 01, 2025
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When I was about 9 or 10, I had just joined soccer and finally found my perfect spot as a midfielder. During practice, I got my cleat stuck in the net, flipped backward, and landed right on my left arm — the same one I had already broken before. Sure enough, it was broken again in the exact same three places. My mom couldn’t believe it, and I wasn’t even scared of the cast saw this time. I still wanted to play, so I showed up at games with my arm wrapped in bubble wrap and a trash bag. Lesson learned? Nope — cleats, nets, and my poor arm just don’t mix!
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Coleslaw Crisis Averted

Sep 30, 2025
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I thought making coleslaw would be easy—until I turned it into cabbage soup with a blender. 🥬😂 Luckily, my husband swooped in to save dinner. Turns out, I’m banned from coleslaw duty forever…
Read more about What's up with mommy's and nails.
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What's up with mommy's and nails.

Sep 30, 2025
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Please forgive the absence lately, momma got a new jawb whatever that is and we went on two trips one to the woods which I liked and one to the real big water in North Meownisotah. I was not fond of that one, too much water. Yuck.
Read more about How I Survived the Swing of Doom
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How I Survived the Swing of Doom

Sep 30, 2025
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When I was 6, I tried to copy the older kids on the playground by jumping off a swing. Later at home, I gave it a go on my own swing set — but my shirt and leg got caught, and I landed on my arm, breaking it in three places. Getting a cast felt like a medal of honor because everyone signed it, but nothing prepared me for the day they removed it. I walked into the room expecting a simple cut-off, only to see a giant saw hanging over me. Terrified they’d cut my arm off, I panicked until the nurses calmed me down. In the end, it was painless — but little me was absolutely sure I’d leave with fewer limbs than I arrived with!
Read more about The Crush I Tried to Keep Secret (But My Younger Sister Had Other Plans)
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The Crush I Tried to Keep Secret (But My Younger Sister Had Other Plans)

Sep 30, 2025
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When I was 14, I developed a secret crush I thought I could keep hidden forever. I nicknamed him “Mr. Coolman” (and secretly “Mr. Sexy”), convinced no one would ever find out. But my younger sister had other plans—she waited for the perfect moment to blurt it out in front of our parents. My face turned red, my secret was exposed, and I ran outside not knowing if I should laugh or cry. Lesson learned: never trust your little sister with your biggest secret crush.
Read more about The Wallet That Hurt My Butt
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The Wallet That Hurt My Butt

Sep 30, 2025
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When I was six, I proudly inherited my dad’s old “billfold” on Father’s Day and strutted around like I owned the world—until I crashed my bike and learned wallets can bruise more than egos. Later that evening, I embarrassed my dad in a crowded restaurant by asking if his wallet hurt his butt. His legendary comeback about wallets only hurting when they’re empty brought the house down.
Read more about Did I Really See Jeff Gordon at the Grocery Store?
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Did I Really See Jeff Gordon at the Grocery Store?

Sep 28, 2025
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Back in the 90s, little me thought I ran into Jeff Gordon at the grocery store. 🏎️ #24 fan for life! Too shy to ask for an autograph, my mom and I searched the aisles like detectives—only to miss our chance. To this day, I’ll never know if it was really him or just a lookalike.
Read more about Poor Puddles: The One-Eared Stuffed Puppy
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Poor Puddles: The One-Eared Stuffed Puppy

Sep 28, 2025
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Puddles the stuffed puppy went from beloved toy to one-eared survivor—and we still can’t stop laughing about it.
Read more about The Day I Learned Concrete Isn’t Mud Pies
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The Day I Learned Concrete Isn’t Mud Pies

Sep 27, 2025
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At 3 years old, I was convinced my dad had superpowers when he walked across freshly poured concrete without sinking like quicksand.
Read more about The Closet Chair Incident: Why I Took Off Running
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The Closet Chair Incident: Why I Took Off Running

Sep 27, 2025
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A blown lightbulb, a jokester dad, and one dramatic toddler exit—welcome to the chaos of my childhood.
Read more about The Spiders Have a Meeting Every Evening (And I’m the Agenda)
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The Spiders Have a Meeting Every Evening (And I’m the Agenda)

Sep 27, 2025
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Evening dog feeding turns into a battle against the neighborhood spiders. Armed with my trusty spider stick, I dodge webs, knock down silk, and perform the ultimate “spider dance,” all while the dogs watch in amusement. Morning feedings are easy—evening feedings are pure chaos.
Read more about Two Hours at the Dentist: A Survival Guide (Not Really)
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Two Hours at the Dentist: A Survival Guide (Not Really)

Sep 27, 2025
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A simple dental checkup with my 15-year-old son turned into a two-hour ordeal. Called back after 10 minutes, we still waited forever while he perfected dramatic sighs, ceiling-staring, bib-fiddling, and flopping in the chair. A hilarious reminder that teenagers can survive almost anything…except boredom.
Read more about Daily Disasters: The Pressure Cooker Incident
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Daily Disasters: The Pressure Cooker Incident

Sep 27, 2025
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A simple dinner turned into a chaotic kitchen adventure when my pressure cooker decided to hiss, rattle, and drain itself like it was done with life. Between visions of lima beans exploding across the room and debating whether to unplug it or run, this daily disaster proves one thing—never trust a moody appliance.
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Daily Disasters: Why I Started Blogging

Sep 27, 2025
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This is my first post on Daily Disasters, where I share why I started blogging. Life has thrown me some tough challenges—loss, accidents, and everyday chaos—but I’ve learned to cope through storytelling and humor. From pressure cooker mishaps to parenting fails, this blog is about finding laughter in life’s messy moments and reminding each other that none of us have it all figured out.