It'll be all right. And if it isn't, it'll STILL be all right.
There was a time when I would have laughed at that phrase. Can you not remember, Sparkles, those dark times when you would flare up at the slightest noise/look/whatever and the world would fall apart? It didn't take a lot to dissolve into a sobbing heap on the floor - all because I'd run out of milk or other such crime.
But the more I do the food, the more it's coming true. And that's all right by me!
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