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But he's just one doctor, and it's just one hospital and my husband is determined to prove them wrong. #fuckcancer
Was awoken by labor pains brought on by my food baby. It was a difficult birth.
I named him Roman.
Roman Poolanski.
I named him Roman.
Roman Poolanski.
Lo, there will be no radiating of the husband. Let the We Fucked Cancer In The Eye celebration begin!
Watching my husband wipe the ultrasound gel off his chest with a towel the tech hands him as she turns the light on reminds me of something
Waiting on some irradiated blood for my man's transfusion. If you're a blood donor, we're a big fan of your work. Many thanks.
Me: Do you want to attend a Couples Communication Class?
Him: What's a Crumples Commie Nation Fast?
Me: Nevermind.
Him: Well, what is it?
Him: What's a Crumples Commie Nation Fast?
Me: Nevermind.
Him: Well, what is it?
Oh, for the love of puberty. My daughter has just handed me an essay to read that is written in pink gel pen and i's dotted with hearts.
I may or may not have just used spit and a panty liner to clean yestreday's smudged mascara from under my eyes.
I'm scared. At least when Palin was governor, we had a general idea where she was located. Now she's free range. Hold me.
Nobody under the age of 16 is allowed in this Cancer Center, yet they're showing Shrek in the waiting room. Is the cancer not enough?
The family that eats chili together lights a candle together.
Or a match.
Would somebody open a window?
Please?
Or a match.
Would somebody open a window?
Please?
Where's the button in Mint.com that sends a report to your spouse that says, "Just how much fucking golf are you going to play this month?"
Played Scrabble with a friend tonight.
At my house.
The two us.
No iPhones.
No computers.
The strangest part was wearing pants.
At my house.
The two us.
No iPhones.
No computers.
The strangest part was wearing pants.
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