I just know she always said she knew what the last line of the series was and then that's not what we got because she wasn't there anymore
Ah. It's fun to imagine then. A moose bites Rory! Dean falls in love with Lorelei! Doose's is revealed as a brothel! Kirk wins a Nobel Prize! Then a space ship lands in the town square!
I have never had a problem flying with a pill organizer.
A moose bites Rory!
This is totally cracking me up.
I have never had a problem flying with a pill organizer.
Yeah, neither have I. I think I took stuff with me in prescription bottles to London, but I did that mostly because my pill organizer didn't have enough slots for the number of days I was there on vacation.
Lindsey! Lilah! Wes! Cordy! Gunn!! Darla! Angel! Lorne!!
I am having all the feels.
If Jessica is around (and anyone else interested). I found this website that just got me.
Jenny McCarthy body count:
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I became more suspicious of Gus when he kept avoiding F2Fs at the last minute, but he was usually entertaining, except, as Hec says, he became more of a jerk towards the end.
Yeah, that invitation for people to come to his place for a mini f2f weekend that came and went without explanation was what set off my elderly Dutch woman alarm. Like Hec and Allyson pointed out, some of the amazing things that we know are true about each other make monkey bites and squatters seem pretty ordinary in comparison.
My life actually was a bit dramatic today in that my 87-year-old cousin thought she might be having a heart attack (thankfully her cardiologist said it wasn't one, and she's feeling better now). And I clacked my jaws together at lunch and apparently chipped off a tiny bit of a front tooth, which disturbs me mightily though it's not really visible. Luckily my next cleaning is Tuesday, so I can ask my dentist if anything needs to be done or if I'm just going to be annoyed by how the new sharper edge feels against my tongue until wear smooths it down.
I reposted this: [link] from Schwartz today, with a comment wondering how many marriage proposals the guy's gotten by now (if you're unfamiliar with the trope, there's a weird section of emo Nice Guys who write things like "You're all beautiful! Wash off the whore paint!" on cards and photograph themselves holding it up. You know, because we need that...
Anyway, I did get an answer, which cracks me up. Apparently the number's "More than I can count, actually." I'm so glad I didn't join the masses begging for his hand. Also, I need to hear back on my proposal to the racist? guy first. He totes got dibs.
Special arrangements for flying with pills is a thing? I've flown with pills in a plastic bag a bunch of times and Bob does it about twice a month and we've never been hassled at all.
If it wasn't a heart attack, what was it?