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Friends, only two more days until my favourite show returns!

Last year I had posted my excitement about the arrival of Season 4. In my opinion, the first few episodes were a bit slow but also very fitting with the changing nature of Lena Dunham’s character Hannah, and ultimate commentary on our generation. By the time the finale had rolled around, we had witnessed some relationships fall apart, as well as come together, and a baby being born! How appropriate for my current situation.

This will be the second last season of Girls. While most people detest both Lena Dunham and the show, many women of my era can wholly relate to what she represents. I, therefore, love her and it.

Tune in for the season premiere this Sunday on HBO!

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Emory

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  1. Thank heavens this drivel is ending. Next all reality shows must follow.

    • Hey now, that’s like me saying I hope Longmire ends. Fine. I hope Longmire ends. There, I said it.

      • Ouch. That hurts. I watch Longmire for the scenery. The cowboy boots and belts and Wranglers. You surely aren’t saying that about Girls. Yuk. They all need a good washing with bleach. And they have no strength. No backbone. Whiny and snivelling. And maybe a little physical work once in a while? Such soft doughy bodies. Yuk.

  • Welcome, friends! My name is Emory. I am a wife, mother of two (one earthside and one with the angels), and an animal rescuer. This is our life on the Canadian prairies.
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  • I was intending for this video to only be in my stories. After watching it again and again, I decided to post it in my feed as well. I wish to never forget moments like these. Remy’s typical game of asking to go in her crib only to throw everything out of it and pretend to go to sleep. Or her new one- taking her rings in with her and playing with them (after she throws everything out, of course). She makes me say every colour before going to the next one. Then she stacks them up, gets out, and shelves the toy until we have to repeat the game all over again. I let her make her messes all while trying to spend every waking and spare minute with her. These are our days and rituals. I don’t know about you, but I certainly don’t wake up with this much energy.
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