I'm clean but not finished. I've lived in a basket for four days, you dig through me every morning for socks, and this weekend I'll move to a chair, which somehow counts as progress. What am I?
Hint: You'll get to me this weekend. Probably.
AnswerLaundry you haven't foldedClean laundry often sits unfolded in a basket, gets picked through for socks and migrates to a chair.
I have an agenda nobody follows and a host who can't find the mute button. My last five minutes take fifteen, and afterward, everybody agrees I could have been an email. What am I?
Hint: Check your work calendar.
AnswerA meetingMeetings come with agendas, video hosts fumble with mute, they run long, and many could have been an email.
I'm invisible and weightless, yet I fill up. Every photo of your lunch eats a little of me, and when I'm almost gone, your phone begs you to pay for more of me in the cloud. What am I?
Hint: Your phone keeps warning you about me.
AnswerPhone storagePhotos use up a phone's storage, and the 'storage almost full' warning pushes you toward paid cloud plans.
I'm the longest thing most people have ever signed without reading. I live behind a tiny checkbox, I change whenever I like and email you about it, and millions of people swear to understand me with a single click. What am I?
Hint: You scrolled right past me to click Accept.
AnswerThe terms and conditionsTerms and conditions are agreed to by checking a box, updated by companies at will, and almost never read.
I hang on a tree but never grew there. I'm a staff no shepherd ever carried, I'm sweet but I'll freshen your breath, and the longer you work on me, the sharper I get. What am I?
Hint: I'm striped red and white.
AnswerA candy caneCandy canes hang on Christmas trees, are shaped like a shepherd's crook, are usually peppermint flavored, and wear down to a sharp point as you lick them.
In my family, the mothers grow crowns of bone just like the fathers. People in the far north have herded me, milked me and ridden me for thousands of years, my wide hooves work like snowshoes, and in North America I usually go by a different name. What am I?
Hint: My name has a word for wet weather in it.
AnswerA reindeerReindeer are the only deer where females grow antlers too, Arctic peoples have herded, milked and ridden them for thousands of years, their broad hooves spread out on snow, and wild North American reindeer are called caribou.
I'm shaped like part of you, but I've never walked anywhere. I spend eleven months folded in a box, then hang around for weeks with my mouth wide open, and the one night I finally get full, I can't eat a thing. What am I?
Hint: Santa fills me up.
AnswerA stockingA Christmas stocking is shaped like a foot, is stored away most of the year, hangs open by the fireplace through December and gets filled on Christmas Eve, though it never eats what's inside.
I've been gone for thousands of years, yet I'm still wearing my original outfit: hundreds of yards of linen. My insides were packed away in jars, and my name sounds like what a toddler calls Mom. What am I?
Hint: Look for me in ancient Egypt.
AnswerA mummyEgyptian mummies were wrapped in linen, their organs were stored in canopic jars, and 'mummy' sounds like 'mommy.'