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6:11 a.m. - 2005-07-14
PHONE AT WORK: "Ring! Ring!" ME: "Hello?" SUSIE: "Hey!" ME: "Hey." SUSIE: "What are you doing?" ME: "Just sitting here trying to think of the best way to convince you to let me shave your pubic hair into a swastika. What are you doing?" SUSIE: "You are sick." ME: "...And you married me." SUSIE: "Have we got anything planned for this weekend?" ME: "Other than the pubefest ... no." SUSIE: "Andrew has two birthday parties to go to on Saturday." ME: "Well, I sure hope you two have fun doing that." SUSIE: "Don't you want to go too?" ME: "Hmmmm ... I'm working 36 hours on Thursday and Friday alone. Somehow, the thought of standing around with total strangers watching a group of hyperactive sugar-soaked four year-olds run around screaming doesn't sound like the best way to unwind to me." SUSIE: "I think Andrew would like for you to go." ME: "And I would like Andrew to eat something other than Cheese Nips for once but that's not happening either." SUSIE: "Alright fine. I'll go by myself." ME: "And what will be really cool is that you can stand there, talking to another mother, knowing you're packing a swastika in your panties." SUSIE: "You are soooo sick." ME: "And you soooo married me." (CLICK)
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