Rating your mood on a scale three times a day? That's the part that got me. I can't even decide what to have for lunch most days, let alone assign a number to my feelings before noon.

My grandpa's old hammer is basically family now.

Watch paint cans get treated better than most houseplants these days... my wife saw my primer on the kitchen counter and asked if it needed its own blanket. Honestly, after losing a whole gallon to a garage shelf in December, I'm not taking any chances either. These products have the shelf life of a ripe banana if you look at them wrong. My garage is basically a finish graveyard now, all because I trusted a "cool, dry place" once.

How did you get the willpower to skip the snacks?

Honestly I get where Mitchell is coming from, sometimes the spark just dies. For me the fun is in the first weird idea, not always building the whole thing. Trying to force a story from one image feels like work, and I do enough of that already. I'd rather just enjoy the funny picture of a cat in a trench coat and move on.