When I was a little kid and we went to the beach, I always had this strange and terrifying and utterly disorienting moment where I’d think to myself this is our first day at the beach; we have four more days at the beach, and then this vacation is over. That sentence, I now realize, …
In which Emma does some thinking about honesty, responsibility, truth, and facts.
In which Emma explains why she isn’t moaning and groaning and shows photos from an awesome week.
In which Emma review the week and offers a pictorial representation of what it feels like to have kidney stones.
In which Emma examines her life-long battle with telling way, way too much.
In which Emma does some heavy thinking and then shows some pictures.
In which Emma makes a positive life decision and posts cat photos, of course.
In which Emma talks about her week and stuff, you know, like she does.
In which Emma announces two upcoming and totally exciting events.
In which Emma writes a crappy summary because The Real Housewives is on.