Then I woke up, without my Chicken Parmesan, but with my dignity, at least.
Truth is, I did just finish season 5 of Sons, and I am quite fond of Gemma Teller Morrow, but I'm not sure I'll even watch season 6 because the show is just so dang violent that I spend more time shielding my eyes from torture scenes and machine gun spray than I do watching. I think Gemma and I have parted ways for good and my subconscious knew it before I did. Good-bye Gemma. You were the best pretend Old Lady a girl could have. Sniffle.