The health insurance? Really, it’s in my name. All of it. No, not my husband’s.
Yes, here we are in the 21st century already. Ha ha. Ha.
Look, I know it’s stretching the bounds of credulity that someone dressed like Liesl Von Trapp is gainfully employed, but you’re being a little ridiculous.
I was supposed to fly to Vegas today.
Normally I hate Vegas. This trip would have been an exception. I’d have been there with several colleagues I like tremendously, looking at meeting space, restaurants and nightclubs as we began planning a big event for January 2009. I was so ready! It’s not every day I get to wear shorts to work, never mind shorts so reminiscent of the Von Trapp’s curtains.
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