The Reader's Digest Version
Good morning. It is me. It’s after Thanksgiving and we made it! WooHOO!! It’s now about 7:45. We’ll probably go watch Rich get dressed in a second and then take our medicine as he’s heading out. He has to do work this morning and we’re trying to not say the word sucky. But, we’re kinda thinking it. Not as much for us … we still have a light day, but for him because he has to do stuff that’s like thinking so close to the holiday. We’ll go into that more in a little bit, think we’re going to jump into his bed AHA! That happened!
Now we’re back for a bit. Rich is in the kitchen now … he’s made it past shower, getting dressed, taking medicine and getting back into work. He said something about my kiss being Draculean … HMPF! I was just trying to get the right angle …
*Sigh* That be our baby cake. We are playing Christmas music this morning without earphones. This is the third day … it started after work on Wednesday. Yesterday we had music and football on in the living room and then Christmas music in the back through Rich’s radio. Plenty of sound. Yesterday was very full, but at the same time light … It will take a little time to put it back together. It’s about 8:15 am now and we have an arm full of Chief. Rich has got an extra 45 more minutes of working in the kitchen before he leaves.
There is a little underground current of energy, because as we expected … Rich wants to be “reasonable” with the food left overs. That means I have to wait until he proportions things out for me. Then he put the scale out and said that I have to have no more than 8 ounces of anything, but I can’t eat the good stuff until he gets home. Well … if I can’t have a turkey sandwich lunch the day after, then I would think the whole day just gone to waste. Reasonable, hmpf! I never had a Thanksgiving where we had to check in to open the fridgerator?!! That’s just silly. Yeah right. Besides, we’ve already figured out 6 marshmallows are just slightly more than an ounce so according to theory then we can have at least 6 ½ more ounces of them. Hmpf!
Ok, we’re still waiting for our medicine to kick in. We’re not in a strong writing mood, nor were we yesterday. We might want to get some work done today. Yeeks. I know heaven forbid. Yesterday was a hard day for Rich. He barely spoke in complete sentences. Umm, Rich, you aren’t talking, I think you’re down. He can see it in his family members, but he can’t see it in himself. Jon has dishes and clothes about the place … Rich can see that as depression, but he can’t see himself being confused in the kitchen as part of it. Not a lot of confusion, but more than him.
He didn’t talk much before, during or after dinner. Then we watched a movie and he put us to bed.
After his shower … he tried to start more problems. Maybe that is the whole think with the extra food rules. He was telling us we should be working on his stuff, and then he said something else that would tell us he was angry (but, I forgot now), and he said two more negative things. They were all said in about 8 minutes from getting dressed to sitting down to work. We were like angry at first, but then we remembered his condition. And, we just said that was a statement to provoke anger … and the next and next and next. Then we didn’t even kiss him right. I think the truth of all that is that he is used to battling with people over the holiday … we didn’t battle yesterday at all. No fights, no complaining, no nothing. Just him and his silent worries. I better go give him a hug and see if he needs more coffee.
Ahh Mission accomplished. We made a new pot. Just as I got out there he said, that I might want to make some. I thought Perfect! We’re in-sync again! He talked a little while longer. He’s being pokey around the business stuff too like he was with the food. He still thinks he is doing fine … so we’ll let him be, but you can tell when someone sits to the back of their chair and slumps so that only one hand is typing that he’s probably a bit down. BUT, there was a new development … He talked for about 6-7 sentences. This is a vast improvement from yesterday. He talked about what we’re considering cruelty to partners plan he has engaged on. He said that the last two words out of our mouth last night were “turkey sandwich??!”
He said, “No, no … you’re tired, let me put you to bed.” And, some one of many of us slumped probably all the way to the recliner. He said he would feel like a heel, because he was just going to eat a little of something to himself, so he instead grabbed the celery and cheese spread. We were willing to let that go – cuz it wasn’t that good to be 40 calories a tablespoon. Yeeks!
I think he is going to have a lite office day doing computer tasks. He’s working on a couple of quotes now … sigh not real aggressively within 20 minutes and he was still saying 7 years I can’t believe I got them after selling to them for 7 years.
Hehehe it’s just that they are letting him quote something, but it is still good.
Just that normally he doesn’t labor over that kind of point very long. Now he says he’s not going until 9:30 am. My poor baby is really pushing himself. I think the fresh air and drive will do him good. He said he didn’t do enough yesterday … He needs some errands. AHH … he’s got to stop by and pick up clothes from the dry cleaners. Maybe he should do that first while he has extra energy. Maybe I can suggest we play some cribbage later on? That’s not really a task, but he needs something to be doing concretely.
Rich thinks he made this whole dinner yesterday and it was nothing. Mostly, because of his mood, but as part of that as recognition that he’s used to serving a lot more people. I thought he did a lot yesterday. He made turkey, white potatoes, sweet potatoes, dressing, gravy, cream beans, asparagus, and cranberries, well actually I DID THE cranberry’s, but he in addition made 4 little custard cup size pies. Two were pecan and two were apple. WOOHOOO! It was a lot of food. Usually, we eat only 3 things for dinner and not most of the time dessert.
We did it sort of together, but he did all of the real work. I sat at a chair at the end of the island watching all his moves . Intermittently, I would say something to spark a conversation, but most the time I let him be … he got to be alone, but in the safety and company of me. I think that was the best I could do.
He gave me a few tasks like peeling one of the sweet potatoes, and cutting a little onion, but not too much. Mostly, he’s the kinda cook that doesn’t want anyone interfering in his work. He likes to be well timed and coordinate everything. I think it bothered him a bit because he did everything so well, but forgot about the sweet potatoes which he’d boiled for 3 hours. He ended up microwaving the marshmallows on top and before that blending the potatoes and brown sugar in the blender. It wasn’t blending, because there was no liquid in them and it seemed like it was the first and only time he really laughed. I think he knew and let go that the potatoes had sorta won out, but he stirred what was left by hand … poured it back in the pan … let me watch the timer, and WALLAH! The Sweetest potatoes you’d ever tasted! Man they were like gold!
I thought the turkey was particularly good too … he was disappointed that only some of it fell off the bone. He would have left it in for another 20 minutes. Topping the list though was dressing … It was perfect!!! He adds apples to his mixture and it has sausage in it … any other ingredients listed would get me in deep trouble I’m afraid. We get a little beggy where getting dessert comes, but can’t do much for that situation. I can appreciate he is trying to control the sweets a bit by making only one portion size pies, but it is wearing on me to come to the end of one. He’s thinking a lot of the changes that I’m going to have to go through with surgery. He say’s we get angry with him for taking food out, but at least I like him. What’s going to happen when my stomach won’t tolerate it?
Drastic measures for drastic circumstances.
Ahh, just got up for the washroom and gave our smoochie another smooch. We topped his coffee and he said this is good, I can’t get my secretary at work to do this … I said I hoped she wasn’t giving kisses too and he chuckled. That is as light-hearted as we could hope for – worth is good as gold. Hehehe … He’s making business calls so we’re thinking doing that business is picking him up. Well that and maybe a little mothering. He needs to be paid attention too. Specially, since he’s the head of a household and everyone is going through so much this year. It takes a lot to be separated from your traditions, even if they aren’t all happy. I think at times at this people remember them as being more congenial than they might have been.
I asked Rich yesterday what he remembered as different about his Thanksgiving Day, because that’s what he’d asked me. He said he missed the part where he was getting up and down to get things for people. A little more of this or a little more of that. I think it was a big deal for him to let me sit in the kitchen and quietly watch him. Well at least I thought I was being quiet. He thought I was talking all the time hehehe. Eh, that’s a typical male/female glitch.
I’m thinking he is going to pull out of this … we’ll watch over the weekends for set-backs. He still has the event coming up at his mothers. I’m glad he could do so much cooking his own way here, because it will disturb him that she cooks slightly different. It’s a big difference in his mind that he likes his sweet potatoes pureed, but his mother likes hers cubed. I didn’t, but may resort to telling him that I hadn’t complained, but in our family the sweet potatoes are whole AND they came out of a can … that’s a pretty big switch, but I knew it was him and it would be ok, because I eat everything he makes. AND, he could eat everything his mother made. I guess also there is some things going on with the bird itself. Rich likes to cook the bird until the meat falls off. His mother is more traditional in not cooking it as long … she said she would cut the meat before he got there. I think she’s thinking of mess and timing and such, and that Bud trims the bird. Rich is still thinking he was going to make the entire meal over there. I thought … uh huh, sure that’s going to happen hehehe. I know his mother is pretty sure of herself in the kitchen and wasn’t so apt to turn it over to her equally adept son. Pretty much I think because they are both stubborn and want to have things done in their way.
Rich was so strung out he said that his boys would only eat HIS sweet potatoes, well, I’m pretty sure Grandma Rich thought … there is nothing wrong with MY sweet potatoes.
They will all have to work it out. This is an unusual combination as was Chris spending the holiday with his mother at his fiancés house. It was a pretty good deal as to all that, because Rich would have had to compete with that interest. I think Chris was worried about how his mother would seek attention there, but we haven’t heard anything one way or another. Hopefully all went well and they all could see in the union of Chris and Chrissy something to be thankful for. Rich let us give the prayer last night. In all the years … we never got to do the prayer, so we were pretty unsure how it was going. We don’t remember it now, but I think we remembered our families – the kids, and how thankful we were that Rich was with us now. Oh dear … close to tears again. I better watch that!
We are still thankful … even though we like our apple pie at 5 am not 5 pm or later … hmpf!
Ok, ok shhh, shhh. It will be ok. We can make Rich this happy, right?
*sigh* ok, next?
It’s 9:30 am time for Rich to go.
Ahh, pretty close. He’s got two more calls too make. We told him that it was nice that he was back to laughing at our expense. He said that we were just waiting for him to clear out so we could get to the fridgerator. We told him he was insulting us, but that we’d take just a small peek to see what might be there. I’m pretty sure that that one small container of a serving of potatoes and dressing is gone.
He has a larger container of dressing that was made separately. That’s PLENTY enough for dinner … cuz I have to worry about our mid-morning snack coming up. I had breakfast, when? 5 am? 5:30 am? Man, who could believe I’d be this good for so long.
Hmm, we got a little bit of smooches. He’s given us the go-ahead on the Turkey sandwich … and he said there is tomato and lettuce that we shouldn’t forget about … we won’t!
WOOHOO!!! He didn’t even make it to the car … and we hit down in the fridge. Oh man I’m sure we’re evil. But, it tastes SOOO good! OHHHH MANN! Was that good! Ok, just a little sweet potato …. Pswhooooo … that is just incredibly good. We need to slow down and breathe. We’ve been into our sneaky mode. You know when you are lifting lids on the containers, you can actually think … maybe he won’t know who took this … but at this very moment I know it was me, cuz were still licking our chops. Wow … that really great stuff! We got some fresh coffee too. Pshwoo … slow down girls, slow down. I know too much sugar.
Hmm, now it is 1:11 pm I guess quite a bit of day has gone – certainly morning.
Thinking back now. After Rich ate we had stuffing and potatoes, and then about 12:30, we had a turkey sandwich. We’re good for a while now. In between there we went into the chat room. We were ok for a while, but then it got harder because the main talkers were gone and I couldn’t hold up a conversation. I had teased a guy that I was going to marry him because he had so much property, but then he stopped talking and I felt I had really blown it … so I left. Nothing much else to do … We’ll try it again later. If I see that guy again I will apologize. His name is Bob and he’s from California. He’s on a 12 step program and been good for over 26 years. He also just went through a scare with the fires in CA. Just got to be more careful.
Thought I could work on my reputation by working on my blog page over there … we added some more pictures, but don’t know how to add the backgrounds yet. Maybe we’ll look for that next.
AHA! 2:00 pm and we finally got the background and such filled out. We added one of our favorite pictures of the zoo map that we’d edited with the red arrow lines going around the parts we could walk. And then in the content area we used our pretty bronze picture that we worked hard to shad out for a background. Then we chose the mid-dark brown background. I like it pretty much. We decided the next part was to fill in the part that was listed as “My Story.” I will probably write it here and post it there. I don’t know how detailed I will be. I’m thinking that I would like to do something that encapsulated time. I would also like to do comments with the pictures. The setting allows for 50 pictures and I have about 40 on there. I went through most my collection and just took out a few favorites that aren’t invasive of anyone I know. There is one with Sweetie, but it is not too suggestive. It is him looking out on the lake.
Whoops … 5:45 pm now … better post. I lost an afternoon to fixing up the blog and writing “my story.” Then we ate dinner with our Sweetie Pie … YOU GOT IT … LEFTOVERS!!!! Oh man sooo good.
We’ll leave you here with the readers digest version of our life … have a good night.
I was born in Minneapolis, MN on Wednesday, July 18, 1959. I am now 48 years old.
My mother was 18 years old and I was her second child. My sister soon followed. I was born on a hot, uncomfortable day and they had trouble crossing town because of a parade that is held every year in Minneapolis. My first house was a small two-flat. We lived on the second floor and when I was about 1 ½ years old, my brother about 3-4 years old fell out of the porch window. After that we moved to the NE suburb of Blaine, which was about 17 miles away. It was a new development and everyone had dirt in their yard. We were one of the first four families to move in on the block and had one of the only four 2 story houses. All the other places were ranch homes.
I was abused as a child. My grandfather sexually abused me, my mother and father physically abused me and the family in its entirety was psychology, emotionally, and spiritually destructive.
That being said, you might guess that I have some issues. Our first suicidal attempt took place when we were about 11 years old. We received some help with that through a counselor, but we got through most of it by paying attention to what was going on in school and in scouting. Although, our early years we struggled trying to keep caught up, by the time we got to high school we came out of the fog decided to try applying ourselves to school seriously. We received mostly straight “As” and was in band, doing office work, and participating in volleyball, cross country skiing, and softball. We were captain of the team in two of the sports. We lived for doing well for the coaches where we couldn’t do well in our family. We were still getting hit and kicked there at 17 years of age.
By the end of my senior year something amazing happened. First, my father was hospitalized for being depressed and suicidal, and then after that my mother and father decided to get a divorce. My brother was away at school, so there was a meeting with my mother, father, sister and myself. Our parents gave the two of us a choice of which we would be living with … my sister bawled. It was one of those times in life you know you are setting precedent for the rest of your life. I saw three things … my father was stating a new view on life, where he admitted errors in bringing us up, he was on the road 3 ½ days a week, and I didn’t like the thought of moving in with my mother’s new boyfriend. So that being said, we stayed with my father and since he had my sister and us, we got the house.
That didn’t last long, because by fall of the next year, I was going to be attending college in Winona, MN 2 ½ hours south of the city. It was the most beautiful campus I ever saw, was small, and they seemed to want me. There was a lot of work in between. My father had told us my senior year that he didn’t have a penny to go toward school, but the good news was that I should be able to get a loan, because he was very poor. Was like ok. That’s not really fair, but he also said that from that point on, we would be on our own, and it wasn’t as if he had anything to say about my future, my grades, my nothing. That was excellent incentive to be moving on. I couldn’t stand the house, my family, nor anything that had happened.
I can’t say at that point I really understood the abuse. I had blocked out a lot of the sexual stuff, but not the overtones, made at every family gathering the abuse with my grandfather had stopped one Christmas when he reached around to grab my breast and I knocked him down. Well, not really that way, but close. I swung around at him, and because he was drunk, it didn’t take much to topple him. That was enough of all that. He apologized on his death bed. Hmm, that happened when I was 17 too. It was a big year.
I met the brothers – Christian before I started my actual classes at the St. Mary’s University of Minnesota. There were 3 … one was Brother Julius, Brother Jerome, and BJ for Brother John. I was in the human development program that Brother Julius taught, and I knew the other two through cross country skiing. It was a small school and the recruiter had told them about me. The brothers had groomed a trail through the bluffs around the school and they invited me to ski with them the Birkebeiner. Believe me … it’s a very long race.
I met my future husband a couple months into my freshman year. He was a senior who had taken a good handful of psychology classes. I was on the volleyball team and had met him through some of the other players who were doing intramurals. Patty had gotten me out to a basketball game with him and had said, Maury … you will like Ann, she asks lots of questions, and then turned to me and said, Ann … you will like Maury, he has all the answers. We were pretty much swept off our feet. We’d had a light romance our senior year, but it wasn’t like this. This was much more. We met in October, and by about December we were umm “messin around.”
We had talked and because of his Catholic background and me not knowing about anything serious in that nature … we tried to hold back and I never used contraception or birth control. This worked for about 3 years. For my junior year, Maury went north 6 hours to do an internship, and we decided to go to Norway because we could. My “good” grandmother was Norwegian and it was a sense of connecting – doing something important all on my own. When we got back though and he’d come down for a big intramural game, we were umm together, and got pregnant.
We were married at about 5 months pregnancy – June of 1980. My son Maury was born in November, 1980, my second son was born April 1982, and my third son was born February 1984. Umm, then we had our tubes tided. It had been ok though, because during school I was taking courses in Human development, and I thought this was a natural pause in developing some humans. Eh, it was “our line.” We lived near his parents in Chicago and Oak Park. There were many stories there. Mostly though, he was a Victorian House Painter, we helped him with the business, and we bought and sold houses that we’d live in, fix-up, and then sell.
We lived in two Oak Park houses and two Elgin houses and had 3 apartment buildings before we divorced. I can’t tell you all the reasons why … I remember that was about the time we were really going crazy and his mother was pushing him to get out of the marriage. He had also been going out without my knowledge and fallen for another woman. They moved in-together in a house bought also without my knowledge before the divorce was final.
How crazy? Pretty crazy. When Maury Pat was 4 years old I had been angry for the two older kids for terrorizing their bedroom, and I picked him up and shook him. I went downstairs and was so distraught by my behavior I opened the yellow pages and called a counselor. I started sessions immediately and have never stopped since. Another was added later who could do medications. At first they thought that I was bi-polar and depressed. I loved my kids like the dickens and was protective of them, but our energy seemed often zapped. It was better about the time of moving into the big 18 room Victorian in Elgin, because I’d gotten involved in the Boys schools and education. But, with the marriage I was being stressed because of the amount of time he was out of the house.
In 1990 I ended up in the hospital on the mental ward. I had scheduled ourselves to go back to finish school, but was going up against my husband a lot. I just remember there was a lot of anger. After about 7 weeks in the hospital, the insurance money had worn off. Money from extra apartments we’d owned were quit deeded over to other family members and my husband put me on disability with the state. The hospital said I couldn’t stay without insurance, and she said I think you are still suicidal and my best bet would be that you get out of the house by going to school. So, I left. But, things didn’t get better. I was hospitalized while at school in the hospital in Winona, and then again after my husband told me that if I went back to school he’d make sure there was a divorce, I would never see my kids, and the doors to the house would be locked.
That was the thing keeping me in the marriage. I couldn’t see how I could get out with my kids … I had no means to support them. I was afraid of my husband and he had told me and the doctors that he had wanted to kill me. I couldn’t and never did understand why. I’d never hurt my kids after that first time. I was a doting mother, and I had been his best friend.
Things got really crazy the second time hospitalized in Winona. I was put in a locked room with only a mattress. The only visitors were the two brothers Jerome and BJ. BJ brought me my slippers to protect my feet. When they visited they sat near the cold floor with me. The hospital didn’t know what to do with me. We were strange and we were suicidal. A favored brother-in-law was egged on by my sister-in-law to come up and get me. If he hadn’t come up they were going to release me to the State insane asylum. The promise he made them was that I be brought immediately to another psych ward in Chicago. He found the University of Illinois because they were reputed to be good and they accepted the Medicaid and medicare funding I was on now.
That stay was 2 months long. They had made a new diagnosis of me after meeting in a very large room with about 30 staff present. Dr. Philip Woollcott had presided and I found out from one of the male nurses I’d started relating to that I had depression and I had chronic suicidality, and I was had dissociative identity disorder. I asked Joe the nurse what that was and he said I had multiple personality disorder. He helped me piece together some of my behavior changes. I think I’d seen Sybil, but at that time I had no real knowledge that I could be like that – given a psychiatric title. I didn’t remember the story. I could handle depression – hell almost everyone has that, right? But, MPD … that was different.
The hospital was going to release me under the care of Dr. Woollcott, who I would initially see three times a week, but the condition was that I couldn’t move back in with my husband. It was decided financially the only way to do it was to move into one of the lower floor apartments on our Victorian. So my husband lived upstairs, and the kids slept up there, but would go back and forth from one household to another. For the second time in my marriage I got a job. I was a cashier at a large hardware store. That lasted, and my marriage lasted for 1 ½ years. We did the marriage counseling thing, but he’d started going to AA meetings and that’s where he met his future wife. The divorce took about 2 ½ years to finalize … I ended up with the house, which was enough to put money down on another and enough to pay for the divorce lawyer. He was crooked and took from us $18,000.
Much to the Judges dismay, Maury finally gave up the custody battle and let me have the three boys. That lasted for 3 years. I had tried to be a court reporter, and had ended up under the guidance of the state. When the court reporting didn’t work, they decided to put me in a program in Chicago – JVS. I was pretty high level, but their highest level was to teach people computers so we could become a secretary. I learned how to do word processing and was assisting the staff when I got the calling for my first REAL job. The same agency had needed someone to do payroll for the workshop portion of the program. It wasn’t much, but it was a start. I was recommended to Rich by Sean, who got the recommendation through Dianne the typing instructor.
It was a bit hairy at times, but it seemed to be working for the most part. I would catch the metra 2 blocks away from my new place with the boys, and get out at Union Station and only have to walk two blocks to the JVS I was stationed at. I worked the full 6 months that my part-time status would allow, but they didn’t want to lose me. So, they gave me the title of shipping and receiving clerk. It was more money and it was full time. That was a pretty big deal. There was something else that had happened. Rich and us fell into a relationship by the end of October that year, 1993. He was my boss and had seen me affronted by several other male relations. I think he felt protective of me, but was also interested in me because of my intelligence, which was something I didn't believe in at the time. The thing with Rich was that he was married. He told me that I wasn’t to worry about that part, that that was his part. Well, naturally it wasn’t that clean, but it was the basics. 1 ½ years into employment I became the production coordinator. I was responsible for getting the work out to 100 clients – who would be trained by 3 specialists to do the work. I shared an office with Rich, his middle man, and the payroll computer. I kept doing payroll til I left.
Basically, the end had come after many attempts of my ex to come back and change up in that he wanted the boys. It got very bad, and very expensive. I put about $20,000 on one credit card and about $10,000 on another fighting for custody and trying to put groceries on the table. Finally, we saw our accountant and he told us convincingly how bad the situation was. He said that we were going to need looking for subsidized housing. But, I swore on that trip home, to my son Maury who had accompanied me that I wouldn’t make him and his brothers live through it. Several things then happened. The boys went to live with their father, I lost the kids, the animals, the house, and my life. I had seen Dr. Woollcott for 7 years, and we’d been back to the hospital for smaller spurts, but this was too much for us and we again were back to the hospital.
By good fortune Joe the nurse was still there. What he said was basically, we were at the bottom of our life, and that there was no where else to go, but up. He said this would be a good time to go back and get our education. So, we gave up the job and boyfriend and doctor and went back to Winona. Well, mostly. The boyfriend stuck it out with us. He’d come visit about every 3-4 weeks. We still went under. The biggest problem was that the relationship that we desparately needed with the brothers fell through. BJ our favorite Christian Brother over 20 years had turned our relationship sexual with one of our younger parts.
We had another major breakdown and ended up at the Mayo clinic where they did a ECT – six times. I couldn’t remember much after that. But, I got the assistance to finish school by the good Dr. and head of the psych department. He was the one that I told about BJ and he’d made sure I got the help I needed, even though things seemed at the time to be so extreme. I didn’t know a month from graduation what I was going to do. Rich had the biggest hand in that. He convinced me that the boys needed me to be in a relationship and I needed them and he needed me and maybe I needed him. He helped me find my job and he helped me find my apartment all within about 3 days. He had done some homework.
I’ve worked now at my job for 8 years. There were a couple of hospitalizations, one when my dad and his wife died. But, things are going pretty good now. It’s been about 4 years since I was in. Dr. Woollcott was going to retire, but he hooked me up with Dr. Marvin, and we’ve been seeing him now for the last 8 years. Once a week he gives us his patient ear. I can’t stop the part about being a multiple and sometimes depressed, but he’s made life possible.
There are a couple of other things of importance. We haven’t been able to stop eating since the incidents with and the shock treatment. We went in ten years time from 140 to 330. We’ve picked up problems physically with the weight, such as diabetes, sleep apnea, cholesterol, and arthritis in our spine and knees. Because of all this, we can only walk or stand for about 3-5 minutes. This puts a serious dapper on most things that we could be doing with our life. As negative as this seems, something else happened this year. After 14 years of being Rich’s mistress, he finally broke free in April of this year. We’ve been living together since. I’ve got more reason to live than I ever have had. I love my boys and they love me. But, it is different when someone wants to live and be with you … To this I say God Bless.
Ok, if it’s weight surgery we need to survive, then that’s what’s going to happen … good luck to us, good luck to you …
... you do now see the part of living in the zoo though, right? Just things are better now.
posted by Ann Marie @ 11/23/2007 05:47:00 PM
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