Tonight I realized there are three questions I ask pretty often that really are rhetorical.
Torii, what the hell are you doing in the sink? I don’t actually care or want to know what she’s doing. I just want her furry little ass out of my kitchen sink.
How is there so much hair in <fill in any noun>? Between the wee demon and me there is a lot of hair everywhere. She has far more individual pieces, but I bet I still top her on total yardage. The real question is why I am still surprised when I pick strands/tufts out of every meal.
Do I still want ice cream? The answer is always yes.
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