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Disco Party

The Text Exchange Lisa:  Do you want to go to a Korean bathhouse in a really bad part of town with me tomorrow? Erin:  Okay. Lisa:  We have to be naked. Erin:  You are going to be jealous of my svelte vagina. Lisa:  I will pick you up at 11:00.…

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Strapping On Hiking Shoes

I always knew I would grow up to marry a doctor or an oil magnate.  I just never imagined I would actually love him.  Oddly enough however, I freaking L-O-V-E my husband.  Like after thirteen years together, the sound of Mike’s chewing doesn’t always make me want to punch him…

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Rolling The Fat

My pregnant friend, Mer, just sent me a text of herself at the OBGYN’s office.  I texted her back that she needed to go study the poster of cervixes on the wall since the last giant one was going to be hers soon.  She responded that there was also a…

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Everyone Loves Me

My children went back to school a few weeks ago.  I had been counting down the nanoseconds for this day since the end of June.  In fact, when I took them back-to-school shopping the week prior I actually said, “Stop licking each other” void of any emotion whatsoever.  We took…

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Lindaroni Vacation

Before we get to this week’s happenings, I want to discuss something very serious and entirely disturbing with you.  I recently discovered a picture of me when I was about three years old standing in front of a fireplace butt naked except for a grubby Star Wars shirt, holding a…

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Date Your Mate

Mike and I have decided to start dating again.  Each other.  Chill, we ain’t that socially liberal, I just read that courting your spouse can make being married fun.  We have been golfing twice now and last weekend we went out to dinner and saw Dennis Miller perform.  As I…

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