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Table Scraps (Round 26)

Nadine left for the holidays before I was ready for her to go. I have texted and emailed her this week to tell her so... Sigh. She did, however, leave behind the last of the delicious spinach dip (more to come at our upcoming "Dip-Fest" New Year's Eve), and these quotes that I've filed away over the last six months (last week's list is here):  



her: I do not need spiritual farting at my wedding reception.



her: I think I have to choose my boyfriend over drunk girls, and there is a chance that I'd have to share a bed with a gay man, and I'm not sure how I feel about that.



her: I was going to say a boy has never made me breakfast, but I think Matt poured me a bowl of cereal once.



her: Tell me when your bedtime is and I'll just give you the silent treatment after a certain point.



her: If he were trying at all, and failing, that would be one thing...
me: He's not trying. If he were, he wouldn't be failing.
her: That's fine then. It's okay to make fun of people who aren't trying. (pause as she notices me write this down) I'm going to get in trouble this week, aren't I?



her: Can I steal Tobey Maguire's daughter?



her: People could molest me and I wouldn't notice.



her: I told him Jesus understands, but He's still sad.



her: I would rather you have a crush on a 40 year-old than on Justin Bieber.



 And on that Justin Bieber note, we will conclude.
THE END.
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  1. Nadine9:35 PM

    I miss you. And promise that I've said NOTHING interesting since I last saw you. Nothing.

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  2. becca11:10 PM

    thanks :) no, jp. hope you're enjoying the holidays beth!

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