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just a mom who plays hockey and knits

Monday, October 01, 2007

Trying not to tempt Fate (or Frank)

There are workmen in the building next door, setting up some new offices for our company, which is finally growing again. I glanced over as I went to the bathroom, and one of the guys is looking down at a crackberry or something. It was all I could do not to blurt out, "Are you texting your bff Jill?"

That would have made me a jerkle schmerkle, as my mom would say. Well, better than her saying, "I'll rip your arm off and beat you with the bloody stump!" Ah, good times.


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