Fabulofessional

My boss is a fabulofessional. I’ve seen him eat a whole pizza by himself and still win the lottery.

That girl in class is a fabulofessional. She got 100% on the test and still drew a perfect heart on the back of it.

My uncle is a fabulofessional. He can fix a car, a computer, and a broken marriage all at once.

My cousin is a fabulofessional. She can sing, dance, and do a perfect cartwheel in high heels.

My teacher is a fabulofessional. He can explain math like it’s a joke and still make you pass the test.

My mom is a fabulofessional. She can cook, clean, and still have time to yell at the mailman.

My friend is a fabulofessional. He can beat me at video games, chess, and even karaoke.

My dad is a fabulofessional. He can fix the roof, mow the lawn, and still have time to nag me about my grades.

My neighbor is a fabulofessional. She can paint a house, bake a cake, and still make me cry with her laugh.

My brother is a fabulofessional. He can beat me at every game and still make me feel like I’m the loser.

My principal is a fabulofessional. She can yell at the whole school and still have time to make a perfect coffee.

My pet dog is a fabulofessional. He can bark, sit, and still steal my sandwich.

My best friend is a fabulofessional. She can do her homework, her makeup, and her hair all at once.

My coach is a fabulofessional. He can teach me how to run, how to jump, and how to be cool.

My barista is a fabulofessional. She can make my coffee, my latte, and still remember my name.