Anyone else catch Glee last night?
I was just starting to be ok with the new arrangement, and the I wasn’t even entirely hating the new high school people anymore. But last night? You can’t do that to me. Not when I’m already emotional about Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattinson getting back together (I don’t know how to feel). Not when I only have one bottle of Moscato in my house. Not when I have no cake to be found, and had to fill the large gaping Glee-induced hole with fudge rounds leaving me nothing to pack in the kids’ lunches today as a treat, and had to toss in a few questionable red and green Hershey Kisses I found loose in the cupboard from Christmas. I don’t even know if Christmas has an expiration date, I might have just poisoned everybody.
I mean, really, Ryan Murphy? All the things? You have to destroy all the things at once? Whatever, my waistband hates you and I’m not talking to you anymore.