Every car I owned in college had a visor stuffed with scratched CDs I swore I would never need again. Now CD sales are actually climbing, plenty of buyers do not even own a player, and my old junk drawer was a retirement plan the whole time. If you caught yesterday’s meme dump, you know the deal: a fresh batch every day at lunch. Press play.

Phone privileges revoked.


Filed under do not disturb.



Breakfast for people with no meetings until two.


Nicer than every apartment I rented in my twenties.


Five stars, wrong building.


Mine was frosted tips and a puka shell necklace.




No notes. Seconds, please.



My wired earbuds are still tangled in a drawer somewhere.






My glovebox finally gets its revenge.
I laughed hardest at the movie receipt, because I have also ordered snacks like that and called it dinner. Somewhere in here is a cat with a phone it should not have, a stew that broke the rules on purpose, and enough funny memes about money to make my bank app nervous. The hilarious memes about getting older hit close, since I kept the box from my air fryer for two years. In my defense, I also used to show strangers my first touchscreen phone like it was a magic trick, so I am not normal about electronics.
Another batch lands tomorrow at noon, the one appointment I never cancel. If you need more before then, yesterday’s classic memes are waiting, and the spooky Sunday batch has funny pictures for anyone already in Halloween mode. Either one pairs nicely with a sad desk salad and an afternoon of pretending to work. Hit a share button below and send this to the friend who still keeps a CD wallet in the glovebox, right next to a map nobody has opened since 2009.





