Monday, February 5, 2007

Fine kettle of fish...Ankit started

My friend, Ankit, posted a blog about his nephew who greeted him at the front door when the came for his birthday party with "Hi, did you bring me my presents?"

I ask my husband the same question every night - "Did you bring me presents?"...Every night I get the same thing - the paper to recycle (the same paper I picked up off the driveway in the freezing cold and put into his backpack after I start the car to warm up to take him to the train station) and his dirty, empty lunch container - (the same container I filled and packed the same morning). I can't even get the "free" basket that I was promised from work that someone else TOOK..or my friggin red tin that I filled with brownies for the heathens he works with - he thinks someone TOOK it. That's it...no more baked goods until I get the tin back! I better not get a picture of a dented tin in front of today's newspaper - with a ransom note! It's not fair I tell you...not fair at all.
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