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Thursday, July 19, 2007

what my husband doesn't seem to understand

is that I am not psychically capable of dealing with horrific, terrible, warmongering doomsday television in the morning.

I actually prefer no television in the morning.

No, really.

*sighs and goes to take another pain pill*

3 Comments:

  • At 10:58 AM, Anonymous P. said…

    *hugs you and offers bail money*

    ;)

     
  • At 2:11 PM, Blogger Alex Draven said…

    Oh, I hear you on that - music or nothing, with my caffeine, please.

     
  • At 2:15 PM, Blogger Moma Sue said…

    Your dad probably knows a good hit man. Or if not I may be able to round one up;)

     

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