I don't heed most expiration dates. Last time I made pumpkin waffles, I prayed that our three-year-expired pumpkin wouldn't give us botulism. (Note: This is NOT true if I'm cooking for someone outside our family.)
The last couple times sour cream went on sale, I thought we were out. I now have five pounds of sour cream in my fridge.
The day after we watched Space Jam, Little Girl called a black woman in our ward Michael Jordan. I was equal parts embarrassed and proud.
A couple weeks before I got my hair cut, Little Boy asked if a ponytail was the only way I knew how to do my hair. The day after I got my hair cut, Little Girl almost started crying because she didn't want the same haircut for herself. Whatever, Little Kids. MY HAIR IS AWESOME.
I really like a lot of music from young boy bands. One Direction, Five Seconds of Summer, R5, Ross Lynch (ok, he's just one person), MKTO, Before You Exit... They all have some pretty good ones.
“I know that evil hides here, but I cannot be the one to uncover it. Neither can any of you. Time will do that for us. And how I fear that day, for I know that when I look into my betrayer’s face, I will see someone I thought I knew. And I will still love them.”