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July 1, 2010

The Mother-in-Law is likely deplaning at the airport as I type. I spent this morning doing stuff like wearing rubber gloves and scrubbing things. Also crying because our dishwasher shows up to work stoned half the time and the enormity of rewashing the mugs was more than I or my unborn child could bear. Then I remembered that if judgement was what bones were made of, my mother in law would be a tactful little puddle on the floor. That is why I am writing these sentences and not cleaning the toaster with a Q-tip. Hallelujah for Grandma. Maybe I should go put on a clean shirt.

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