My mother stands at the kitchen counter scrubbing dirt from beneath her fingernails with the phone pressed between her shoulder and ear, "Hi, my cable is out."
I dance around the kitchen with my coffee doing a non-snow er..rain dance hoping it will help the television snow that now encapsulates the television screen. Under this I know Brie is about to do something treacherous to her unborn child because she had that look right before the cable went caput.
Wanna talk about stress...come to my house on a weekday afternoon and withhold Lifetime television from two women who are identical amounts of obsessed with channel 55's daytime programming. Oh my God...I need a scotch.
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your posts are highly amusing.
i aim to please...ps. the cable has still not returned...i am watching mona lisa smile because i just cannot handle the blank tv screen.
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