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The Infatuation Monster

I'm up early on a Saturday morning. Why? Because hubby's cell phone went off. It's our college girl---homebound and truckin'. Well, not truckin' exactly but heading in our direction.

She texted to let us know that the roads are so bad it's going to take twice as long to get here as it would have originally. That means....12 x 2, carry the coefficient divide by the number of Monster energy drinks....and....she's going to pull into Puyallup tomorrow night rather than tonight.

Speaking of

my other young lady came home yesterday and informed me that a certain guy (GASP) has been emailing her all day and that he's going to GIVE HER A MONSTER! Her cheeks were a bit flushed and I became concerned. Could she be coming down with something? Something fatal??

Apparently so. Infatuation is deadly. But a Monster?? Is this the 2008 equivalent of being given a tie tack in the 70's? (I may have just dated myself)

(note to my sister: There is no need to tell your daughter about this post please. It will only serve to embarrass my daughter when your daughter tells her about it and what she doesn't know won't hurt her. Thank you.)

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  1. by the way...she has her own sites she visits and yours is one of them. I don't tell her a thing, she knows by reading your informative stories.

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  2. Yes, my stories are quite informative! I know, I know, you don't get why I do this.

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