I can't believe that you didn't mention the cherry!
D'oh! Also, cherry. (I think it's because I've not actually made cherry - I've made the rest. Also, vanilla. My vanilla vodka kicks ass.)
'Get It Done'
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I can't believe that you didn't mention the cherry!
D'oh! Also, cherry. (I think it's because I've not actually made cherry - I've made the rest. Also, vanilla. My vanilla vodka kicks ass.)
Quiet rejoicing.
Quiet rejoicing is all good too -- excellent news.
That's good news, Emily! I'm glad.
Yay for good news, Emily!
Yay Emily's dad!
Sophia, I think it does mean you're losing it. Time to go home!
Yay Emily!
Go, EmDad!
I hate empire waists, because I always fear I look pregnant. However, were I actually pregnant, this would've been an awesome time, save a lot of money on maternity wear!
Except this season, they were made without room for tatas.
And trust me, even if you start out small, you'll want room for those.
Man, you Pink Lady haters make me sad! That was my first ever mixed drink ordered when I was 21! I love 'em!
Mmm. Foamy pink ginny goodness. Nom nom nom.
Hooray Emily's dad!
Oh, Emily, that's excellent news! Your dad must be (quietly) over the moon with relief. I know there are still health issues to deal with, but that's a huge good thing.
President A. is smart. He might be a lot of other things, but I can't argue with his bush-assessment.
I'm with erika.
ION, there is ongoing family drama with my cousin and her soon-to-be ex, which is making my stomach clench with hatred for him but my mom has made me promise not to talk about it to anyone I'm not actually related to. But I hope it's safe to say here (since I'm naming no names at all and nobody here knows any of the people involved) that (a) as much as he was never my favorite relative-in-law before, I never would have imagined he could be such an utter fucking cockbite, (b) I can't believe someone with three children could be such a public cockbite (memo to cockbite: Just because their mom is your ex-wife, they're not your ex-children, fucko), and (c) since he still lives in SF, I have to hope to God that our paths never cross because I will do my very best to punch him in the fucking nuts.
Wow. Even cryptic venting helps.