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To: Rambi who wrote (39461)	10/9/1999 1:22:00 PM
From: jpmac	Respond to of 71178

I bet she would even without plying, but that's part of the fun of talking someone into something. I finally turned the computer off last night. That was way too frustrating. I'm off to brunch, too. I might even have a momosa. I need to hit OfficeDepot and get some more things to try and orginize the lair. I left my laundry in the dryer last night for quite awhile. By the time I got down there it was removed from the dryer and neatly folded and stacked on the table. And some people don't believe in fairies. Have fun with the college boy when you rouse him.

To: Rambi who wrote (39461)	10/9/1999 10:18:00 PM
From: Jacques Chitte	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

Spouse and the Helenator went to visit Spouse's parents - who recently moved to the central Valley 100 miles from here. They have a Weimaraner there who gets along quite well with our toddlerette. But something happened this time that Helen still hasn't gotten over. Seems Teetums (doan look at me - I wouldn't name a dog that even if I had accidentally eaten a month's worth of Premarin!) had some Quality Time in the backyard - and I quote Spouse - "laid a big ol three-log turd right in front of her" wide eyes. Helen was traumatized! She ran to momma and cried, and for the rest of the day it was "doggie doodoo doodoo doodoo!" Now I show her a picture of a Weimaraner on this gorgeous free calendar we got ar Petco. She gets this concerned look and points at the doggie's back end and for five minutes says "doodoo doodoo doodoo...". I don't know why, but this event made a mark on our little girl. First of the Facts of Life I guess.