I couldn’t find a pic of me drinking lemonade, so I went with this.

One thing that always impressed me was Brittany’s ability to turn even the smallest of lemons into lemonade. No, like literally. She would come home with these tiny lemons and use this squeezer thing and take FOREVER, but she would get enough for a delicious pitch of lemonade. Well, one night she fixed up a nice dinner, set up at our formal dining room table, and put out some lemonade for us. Then of course I had to go be me and ruin it. <insert eyeroll here>

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