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Thursday, June 02, 2011

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A'Dell

Oh, God. WELCOME TO LIFE WITH MY IN-LAWS.

It is like they actively try to think of excuses to keep trying to talk themselves into the idea that we don't want them around.

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We can go out to dinner.

Oh, no! That's a far drive. We'll come to your house for dinner.

Then I have to cook and I don't want to cook.

Okay! Then we just won't come over at all. That seems easier for you. We want to make things easier for you. We know you are so busy.

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AGHHHH. STAB ME WITH A SPOON.

Roberta

No one can push your buttons or turn you back into a whiny, angsty 15-year old like your mom.

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