You may use me to whip cream or knead dough, To stir batter or make marshmallows. You may attend me to find others in your field, Or to meet coworkers at your company. What am I?

I never lie about your appearance, which is sometimes my biggest flaw.

Game. Walk. Dash. Skate. Clip. Mother. Card. What do these seven words have in common?

No brush can hold me for too long, I smell like chemicals so strong. I drip, I drop, I make a mess, Then dry to clean up your distress. Now think me, what can I be?

I sit and wait upon the floor, Step on me and I’ll tell you more. I never judge, though numbers may, I just simply weigh what comes my way.