Harrumph! That's all I have to say. Why, oh why, oh why did I have to meet and fall in love with a witty, snarky, brilliant mother to my daughter's best friend? Why, dear Lord, couldn't I have hooked up with some fly-by-night fellow mother who would never be able to spell "blog" much less write one?
Harrumph, indeed!
I had a great email exchange with my friend's husband which seemed so totally blog-worthy for me. And what does she do? She blogs about it first. And better than I would have done. So read it there instead of here, where you really should be reading about it. Hey, it's my life! I get to write about it, even if it has to do with your husband.
Why didn't I go for the dumb blonde who I got in a bitch fight with at traffic circle last week? No, I had to fall for a brainy brunette.
Now here's an exchange she won't be able to write about. What did my lovely ex-friend of mine, Mr. Joe himself, emails me today: This:
From: Mr. Joe
To: Patois
Subject: rubios
Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2007 15:04:05 -0700
I'm writing this from rubios, waiting for my pesky combo.
miss you!
xo joe
Sent from my iPhone
What did I send back my dear former friend? This:
From: Patois
To: Mr. Joe
Subject: Re: rubios
Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2007 16:22:22 -0700
You suck!
Sent from iHateYou!
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Oooh, the iHateYou! I wanna get one in pink!
i finally made your blog! a proud moment. the fish tacos--and the chips with roasted chipotle salsa--were delicious.
xo mr. joe
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