My wife has a remarkable ability to forgive and forget. I come home last night and she's cooking in the kitchen. She turns around, says "Hi hon." and asks me how my day was.
She was more upset about me airing our dirty laundry than she was about anything else. Which means she'll probably be mad at me for writing about this also.
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Friday, January 18, 2008
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