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Caring and Sharing is So Passé... (Round 20)

This week's post contains a few tidbits from last week, when I changed it up. It also includes a mild-cussword. I feel the need to disclaim this, which maybe is needless, but I opted to post it because it is used in the context of quoting a game show, with an almost-appropriate response for those who are opposed to swearing. (I do censor sometimes as I choose what things to put on the blog; there are conversations that don't make it. Of course, you also miss out on all the serious conversations we have, which are plentiful and balance out all this ridiculousness. Nadine is as thoughtful and loving as she is witty and sharp.)


(discussing this "news" article, a hypothetical future conversation with a hypothetical future child)
her: "Mommy, what's shit-faced?" "It's go to your room, that's what it is."


me: Ooh, an article on dating in Toronto! Did you write this one!?
her: It was years ago...(curls up in a ball)
me: (reading from the article)
her: (whimpering) Yes...I think at that point in my life, I had been on one date. For ice cream.


her: It's like you're the man in the room!


her: Sharing and caring? Who shares and cares these days?


(on the amazingness that is CSI Miami)
her: Their writers must have so much fun writing the most awful things they can think of.


her: November is an unfortunate month. For girls everywhere. But I love Matthew.


me: Oh!
her: What?
me: I dropped a potato!
her: I thought that might have been an "Oh, I cut off my finger!" - that's one of the worst "Oh"s.


friend: You need a shirt that says, "I'm single."
me: More specifically, "I'm a nanny, not a single mom."
her: Or "Amber Alert! NOT MY CHILD!"

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