Remember that day when your very bestest friend in the whole wide world since the first day EVER came to school and told you that her family was moving away?

This was that day.

As I recall, this leaves you with two options:

#1: Cry, kick things, and be mad at the people who caused this to happen. (Knowing, now, that bitterness“is like taking a daily dose of rat poison and hoping the other person dies,” as Father Chapin says.)

#2: Make homemade Cracker Jack.

I went with option #2.