At my funeral, I want penguins waddling around. Instead of flowers, there will be bouquets of mackerel. For the penguins. And Gabriel, if he behaves. Also, all mourners need to dress as penguins. Or at least wear tuxes.
Emma: this is my interpretive dance!
Me: ... what is it interpreting?
Emma: I have no idea.
Four times the recommended dosage of decongestant + benadryl = FUN! @___@
Still can't breathe, but I no longer care!