As much as I rolled my eyes over the continuing saga (with the amount of time this so-called story has gotten, you'd think it was actually an epic storyline of its own!) of Milo being straight that has seen Felix pout for the past few days and Sabrina stare into space all doe-eyed and awkward--and I rolled my eyes at that A LOT!--and as much as I groaned over Scott whining again some more incessantly about Luke and Laura--and I groaned over that A LOT like, ohmigod, there is so much more to Scott Baldwin than JUST being the guy who lost Laura to Luke and when he made a remark the other day that he blamed BOBBIE for bringing Luke to town in the first place, I guffawed a horrified guffaw. A horrifaw. Although the petty, grudge-holding part of me kind of respects his commitment to not letting things go--I ended today's episode of General Hospital squealing and saying "Holy 1994!" because, really, this moment?
Laura: WAIT! I'm coming with you.
I could not have loved it anymore. I'm STILL squealing.