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The Reality TV Version of Touched By An Angel (Round 14)

Sorry it's a day later than usual. If any of you noticed, I applaud you. Last week we were on our game. This week feels less impressive. Nadine and I have both been fighting colds , so I blame illness for any problems that may have occurred.


her:
"I can't look at them anymore. Men with botox freak me out."

her: "He's redeemed the name __________ for me by being a cute little redhead kid."

me: "Dangit, Extreme Home Makeover. You get me every time!"
her: "I feel like this is the reality TV version of Touched By An Angel. That show used to kill me!"

(stretching in the morning)
me: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm-uh.
her: I second that.

(jay-walking at midnight, no cars for two blocks)
her: Idon'twannadie, Idon'twannadie, Idon'twannadie!

me: Night, Nadine. I like talking with you.
her: Me too. We should be friends more often.

me: There's a bug in your hair. Let me grab it.
her: See, that is a sign of adulthood.
me: What, that I took the bug out of your hair instead of saying nothing and letting it wander around?
her: No. That there was a bug in my hair and I didn't scream.

me: I'm sorry if I made things awkward with The Boy because of my comments.
her: It's okay. He knows we aren't having sex.

her: I would rather make lunch for Hanson than listen to Justin Bieber...there's something about Justin's voice...it's too weak for me. I can't connect to it e-mo-tion-al-ly (in long drawn out tones).

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