In response to Helly's reminder of the orange goo served to her as a child: have no fear! My mom used to serve that to us, as well. While I don't think it traumatized me as much, there was a reason I preferred grape juice for so long. Once I discovered OJ in a carton, I never thought about drinking the frozen concentrate stuff again.
I'm still playing catch-up from last week. Next week is going to be fun; not only do I have a doc's appointment on Tuesday I have the court date for the ticket Thursday. I really don't want to fight it but on the other hand $130 for missing the entrance to a restaurant is ridiculous.
A Word From the Boss
7 years ago
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There was always that one glob floating on top that would never dissolve, no matter how much she stirred it. *shudders in remembered horror*
Don't worry about the court date: just tell the judge you're pregnant and then cry.
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