The odds are high that the first gimlet-like drinks used Rose's, since Rose's was developed as a way to keep lime juice from going bad, so that British sailors could have their required ration of lime juice a day to prevent scurvy. Gin, the omnipresent cheap liquor of the 19th century British Empire, made preventing scurvy much more pleasant.

then they're like a tacqueria that won't use canned refried beans instead of making them from scratch. Is that a better analogy?

In the end, it depends on what you want the result to taste like. If LA was duplicating the traditional taste with handmade ingredients, it'd be one thing.

I get that a true gimlet is made with Rose's syrup. I have no beef with that. Just like the way a true gimlet is made with gin.

My gimlet, OTOH, which I'm grateful seems to be popular where I live, has lime juice pulp in it. Which Bar Lubitsch's didn't, now that I think of it.

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My gimlet is a made with Grey Goose and Rose's. And it's mine, I get that.

"That is one tall orange woman."

(Not Vortex. Though she is tall.)

ON's sizing for boys clothing (particularly jeans and other pants) is really good. It's generous in comparison to a lot of similarly priced makes, and that cracks me up, because they are the crackest of crackmonkeys on sizing stuff for women, and even girls.

When I took the kids there for school shopping, picking out clothing for the boys was easy peasy, yet for Julia, it was nightmare. She's 8 years old (well, she was 7 then -- almost 8). She was in a children's 10 at the time. She's neither fat nor thin. She's a really well-proportioned child, and should not be having pants-fitting stress at this time of her life.

I wish I had a picture of my friend's cat T.O. who gets shaved once or twice a year. She loves it and is a much more pleasant kitty after she's been shaved. (Well, she loves it after the fact -- I'm sure that she hates the actual shaving.)

I think I'm going to try to return these jeans. Besides the too-big issue, there is definitely a scent to them even after washing, and I can't stand it.

Of course, this may be complicated by the tags being tossed and no receipt, because I bought them a week ago....

Oh, I totally saw Emmett in the waiting room at the pediatrician's office, this morning. Well, clearly, it wasn't Emmett, but it was at least his long lost brother, if not his long lost twin. I was having a mild panic attack at the time, and it was a little comforting. He was a little less blond though, and his dad was definitely not Hecubusian.

Well, clearly, it wasn't Emmett, but it was at least his long lost brother, if not his long lost twin.

Hmmm. Maybe I should check in with my ex-girlfriends in Massachusetts.