November 16, 2007
Belch, Clocks, Heather
Husband: Stella's belch sounds different than Daisy's.
PW: Um... I think you've been spending too much time with the dogs.
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PW: [picks up her ringing phone] Hello?
Irene: Hi, this is Irene, calling from Dr. Angel's office. We have you down for a 9:30 appointment.
PW: Yep!
Irene: Well... are you coming in?
PW: It's only 10 to 9:00.
Irene: [*cricket* *cricket*]
PW: Did you forget to turn your clocks back?
Irene: Nooooo, that's tomorrow.
PW: Oh... Shit... I'll be there in 10 minutes.
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Husband: You gonna be home for dinner?
PW: Well, yeah. I was gonna go out with Heather, but I have a headache. I think I'm gonna bow out.
H: You can't go out anyway -- it's Wednesday.
PW: Aaaaaaaand...?
H: "America's Next Top Model" is on!!!
PW: ... Why, yes, honey, I am disappointed that I won't be seeing Heather because I have a splitting headache. Thank you for your concern.
H: I'm just sayin'.