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love me and my moldy fridge
I trained Rob, the new daytime cashier, today. He was quite bumbling and entertaining. It's hard to believe that I looked that dumb, but I know I looked even dumber. er. There is a tiny little fuzzy black kitten with a little round nub where its tail should be skittering about at work. Conversation between Frank and I: Me: What should I do with this rice. Frank: put it in a Tupperware container. Me: I was afraid you'd say that. I don't wanna. Oh, hey! Look, I can just take the rice holder out and put it in the fridge. Frank: And what would you use to cover it? Me: (triumphantly) A plate! Frank: No. Me: (rummaging for Tupperware containers) You know, before she married you, my mom and I used to have all kinds of stuff like this in the fridge. Empty containers, the like. Frank: I know. When I was coming over -ostensibly- to feed your cats, the girls and I would look in your fridge for stuff to eat, and I'd be appalled. That's when I knew I had to marry her. Me: Ah, the deciding factor. Frank: Exactly. Any man who marries me will just have to accept that I am not a housewife.
9:21 p.m. - 2003-09-24
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