The Meaning of Life in One Paragraph

My alarm clock went off early morning because I had an important meeting to attend, but I had already shut it off three times in a row. My just turned three-year-old daughter was under the covers with me while the rain battered on the windows outside our home. During our time, we evaded the indescribable boogeyman, discussed the intricacies of cupcakes verses gummy bears, hashed out the rising cost of silly bands against the disproportionate budgets supplied between rival siblings and chore protocols, settled the mind-bending dilemma of adjunct-family member Dora’s reason to explore and adjourned over after dinner dessert classifications, purchase orders, inventory and distribution.

It was a good meeting.