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07-03-2009, 04:25 PM
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God forbid
We should run out of peanut butter.
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07-03-2009, 06:24 PM
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I know the feeling. God forbid we run out of peanut butter and its all our fault. My husband threw a huge fit one time, because I made angel hair pasta. Apparently, he doesn't like it. In the 6 years I've been cooking for him and making angel hair pasta-- he refuses to eat it. I hate, hate, hate it when they point out the stuff we do wrong, say wrong and think wrong. UGH! For the past two weeks, I've felt like the biggest nuisance.
 This is kinda funny although it hurt me at the time. I was using the bathroom and my husband told me my pee smelled. I was like, are you s h i t t i n g me?
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