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I can never get what I want. When your team is up 41 to 14 at the start of the 4th quarter you'd think it would be safe to spend 10 minutes driving home. It doesn't matter how tired or worn out your kids are. You just hold them hostage while you shout nonsense back and forth for a constant battle to get the last word in and apparently to be louder. Today we went to a Labor Day party at my cousin's house. She's my second cousin (making her kid my second cousin once removed.) I walked up to her husband and gave him a gift for the baby. I carried on a whole conversation with him, even though it was obvious to me he had no idea who I am. When I first met him he came to our house for Rosh Hashanah. Of all the former boyfriends I really liked the guy because I had been in a car accident that same day and he was the ONLY PERSON who even asked me if I was ok. Not even my parents or grandma or aunt or any other family. Whatever. You don't have to know who I am if I still get to come over to your house and have free In n Out from the In n Out truck and free ice cream from your Ben & Jerry's bar and watch my family get plaster with margaritas from your free margarita bar. Mmmm, In n Out. posted by Jenny on 9/03/2005 10:32:00 PM |
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