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Tuesday, October 9, 2007

It takes one to know one


This morning I went into the bathroom, on the floor was a note that had obviously been slipped under the door, it said-

Stop being a d***. Oh you can’t because you are one.

As I wonder who the writer and intended recipient are (though I have a pretty good idea), I am nearly overcome with the immature urge to scrawl
“I know you are but what am I?” on the bottom of the paper.



I resist, and toss the note in the garbage. Because I am the mother.

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