HOLY COW!
A new shirt (that's what I was holy cow-ing, y'all. It had nothing to do with size).
So, now that we are at Week 32, I think it'll be good to take a survey of the situation: our girl's car was usurped by her amazingly intelligent, rather handsome and ridiculously funny brother-in-law, she spends her days in her bathrobe on the couch watching re-runs of How I Met Your Mother and eating apples, and her nights in her bathrobe on her bed playing online solitaire and eating rubber-ducky shaped sugar cookies.
Life is good.
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