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[Anne Robotti]

Lost that other message, about Lee. What's she doing, swearing at you?
That doesn't mean she doesn't know you're right. It means she knows
you're right and hates you. Think of yourself at Monet, unappreciated
in your own time but we'll all be standing over your coffin going,
"Man, that Jane was WISE. Now there was a woman who was RIGHT a lot."

Gee, you have no trouble seeing the distinction when I'm doing it!
:-D

Anne

[jane]

>Lost that other message, about Lee. What's she doing, swearing at you?
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>Anne

Okay, you know about the trip. For the rest of you, Lee and some of her
friends have been planning a 2 week college tour this summer. I thought it was
a fabulous idea, but it's on her father's time, so I didn't even consider
giving her permission. And she never actually asked me. One of the other
girls appears also to have neglected that detail, and now they're scrambling in
the face of an irate parent vacillating between demanding either to go with
them and forbidding her daughter to go at all.

Well, yesterday, I couldn't get in touch with Lee for hours, as she didn't have
her phone. Friends A, B, and C were not answering their phones. No one was
answering at FriendA's house, where another of Lee's friends said they all were
working on a proposal to appease all parents. Then DH came home and metioned
that Lee was staying over FriendA's house. He hadn't given her permission; he
had just asked her why she had a tooth brush. I don't remember giving her
permission, but I could have. I would have.

When she finally called me around 7, I was pissed and she was snippy. DH and
SIL said they were fascinated watching my face turn from white to pink to red.
I ended up in one of those conversations I hate, detest, loathe, abhor, and
despise:
Lee: What well else do you want me to say?
Me: I want you to assure me it won't happen again.
Lee: Fine, it won't happen again.
Me: I'm not feeling assured, Lee.
Lee: Well, what else do you want me to say?
Me: I want you to agree to give me ten bucks every time I can't reach you on
the phone.
Lee: I'm not working.
Me: Not my problem.
Lee: Fine, Mom, I'll give you ten bucks.

So, what's the phrase going around? "How did I get here?"

jane

[heather m.]

"jane" <janel...@aol.com> wrote in message
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*snicker* You have to do it like the talking heads guy.

Heather

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[Deborah M Riel]

In article <YxBic.7980$eZ5....@newsread1.news.pas.earthlink.net>,

heather m. <heather...@ipa.net> wrote:
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>*snicker* You have to do it like the talking heads guy.
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David Byrne is the Talking Heads Guy. He's cool.

Deb R.

[heather m.]

"Deborah M Riel" <dr...@wpi.edu> wrote in message
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Ah, so that's what his name is. Thanx!

Heather

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