Bump into things

I put highlights in my hair on a whim an hour before guests arrived, and they turned out POORLY. (The highlights, not the guests.)

I let Hank out and he ran under the deck.

I drove off the road, just a little bit.

I accidentally locked Hank in the basement.

I referred to Wheat Thins as “you know…those…Wheatlings?”

I read the same paragraph several times.

I posted and posted.