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.

Woo hoo for Emily's dad!

ION, Promo for season two of Friday Night Lights.

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.

Man, you Pink Lady haters make me sad! That was my first ever mixed drink ordered when I was 21! I love 'em!

See I thought I would love them! Maybe it's just the recipe in teh Joy of Cooking is effed up.

Yay for Emily's dad!

Yay, Emily!

There's a Mexican restaurant near me famous for its margaritas that is rumored to put egg whites in them.

JZ, your vent is at once perfect and blessedly free of personally identifying information. Unless his actual real name is "cockbite", in which case it might shoulda been some kind of warning.

Yay Emily!

Sophia, I think it does mean you're losing it. Time to go home!

See, I am picturing these giant bookends of Rodin's The Thinker and this man's disappointment about losing out on SIX FOOT BOOKENDS! And the kind of books you would put between six foot bookends!

Forgot to say, meara, gin fizzes are the traditional Christmas brunch drink on my mom's side of the family, and they are indeed delicious. All fizzy and tart and rich (without being uncomfortably, eggnoggishly heavy) and festive. So yum!