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Ann: What’d you do today?Pam: Besides the usual you mean? I went to the mall and I popped into the candle shop. I was looking for that candle with the shore breeze scent you love so much but they were out until next summer. The fall scents are in already. They have pumpkin spice candles now.Ann: I can’t walk past a candle shop. I just have to go in and smell all the new scents for the season.Pam:

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Ann: You wouldn’t believe what happened to me up here bringing Hannah to school.Pam: Is everything’s okay?Ann: Yeah, I’m just about $48.00 lighter than I was last night.Pam: You were mugged!?Ann: In a manner of speaking. Someone stole the gasoline from my rent car while I was parked overnight in the hotel across from campus.Pam: Wow! I haven’t thought about that in a long time.Ann: You’ve heard

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Pam: My boss Archie changes cell phones like I change earrings. He just got the latest and greatest. The leather case I ordered for his last phone hasn’t even arrived yet!Ann: He loves technology! Most men do.Pam: It’s strange. It’s always been sort of a running joke that men won’t ask directions. And it’s true. So now all these men, who for their entire lives have claimed to have a remarkable

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Ann: I’m running out of time! Hannah and I head north to take her to school tomorrow. Of course she’s packing all her own stuff and the stuff for her dorm room. But I need to get myself packed for the trip.Pam: That shouldn’t be too tough. The weather’s pretty predictable and it should be all casual right?Ann: Yeah, but with everything I have left to tie up for work, I’m going to end up just

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Ann: So how are things at your house?Pam: You wouldn’t believe it. I just got back from the doggy hospital.Ann: Oh no! What happened?Pam: We took Misfit and Champ with us when we went to see our friends who live out in the country. We figured they’d love the chance to run free in those huge fields for a while.Ann: Champ I understand. A big German Shepherd can cross an acre in no time flat. But

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Pam: I’m always telling you unflattering stories about my boss Archie so I thought I’d tell you a different kind.Ann: You mean he did something right?Pam: Sort of…he was telling me today this past weekend he took on two full days of babysitting for his two grandsons.Ann: Really? Overnight?Pam: Yep.Ann: That’s quite a job! How old are they now?Pam: I think they’re going into first and third grade.

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Pam: I think I should just give in and buy myself a dunce cap. I did it again today.Ann: Oh come on…you’re a smart lady. It can’t be that bad. What’d you do now?Pam: Now? See what I mean! Not just “What’d you do?” but “What’d you do NOW!”Ann: Sorry. I meant to say, “What’d you do on this, your ever so rare occasion of less than brilliance?”Pam: That’s better! I was home working on my laptop and

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Ann: How was your road trip? It was a long one, right?Pam: Not too bad. Bret drove the whole way and it didn’t make me too nuts. You know he drives like a ninety-year-old man.Ann: Yeah, you’ve told me Bret’s ‘Mr. Where’s-the-fire?’ I know if you guys are in a hurry or running late you'll always drive. It’s pretty funny. Usually it’s the man who drives faster.Pam: He drives just like his dad used

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Pam: I know I’m getting older just looking at my mail. Lately I’m consistently getting these clothes catalogs aimed at a woman ‘of a certain age’.Ann: I know the ones you mean. Half of it’s filled with what they call ‘cruise-wear’ which is catalog code for two-piece, elastic-waisted, old lady jogging suits.Pam: Old ladies jog?Ann: They don’t jog in them! They sit around the retirement home in

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Pam: Archie’s done it again. He makes me nuts!Ann: What’d your boss do now?Pam: We have a very important client. She’s a nice, independently wealthy woman who offered to give us a personal tour of a private museum she’d established. I didn’t want to appear entirely ignorant so, since Archie had been there before, I asked him what kind of museum it was.Ann: Let me guess… he didn’t even know.Pam:

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Pam: Today’s July 7, 2007…seven, seven, seven. It’s a lucky day. I heard that a bunch more people than usual are getting married today because they say it’s the luckiest day of the century.Ann: Hey, some people wouldn’t consider getting married as lucky!Pam: Yeah, it takes skill.Ann: That’s not what I meant.Pam: Cynic! Did I ever tell you that I’m legally married to a man I’ve never met?Ann: You

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Ann: Yesterday, I spent my usual Sunday afternoon strolling through the bookstore. I ran across a book that I know was intended to be helpful in teaching us worker bees how to get a grip on our financial lives.Pam: Did you buy it?Ann: No. I read the begininning of the first chapter which listed three secrets to increasing wealth. The first one was… I’m not making this up… ‘Earn more than you

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Ann: I was just watching reruns of “Frasier”. The dad’s dog, Eddie, had a little friend, a pigeon who would come and sit on the balcony. It made me think of you and the menagerie of animals you used to have at your house. Didn’t Kate’s dog, Misfit, have a pet?Pam: Don’t remind me! Yeah…our dog had a pet. It was actually a compromise. Kate kept insisting Misfit was lonely and needed a ‘wife’. We

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Ann: I’ve had it with stupid people! My internet was out all morning and I called the customer service line. It said, “If your high speed internet is down, press one.” So I did and the recording I got said that the wait time was currently 48 minutes and that for faster service I should visit their web page.Pam: That’s like that special address the government has where people can write if they

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Pam: Archie had another ugly break up last night. In case you were wondering, dining in a high-end restaurant does not prevent a woman from making a scene. He came into the office all sullen because his now-ex has taken a hostage--the claim ticket for his good watch.Ann: How did she get that?Pam: She had it ‘cause she has a jeweler friend and took Archie’s prized family heirloom watch in to have

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Ann: I can’t believe my boss is dating a man more than half her age! Talk about a boy toy.Pam: She’s rich. She can afford him. But you’re one to talk, Mrs. Robinson!Ann: What are you talking about? Joe’s older than I am.Pam: I was referring to your dating past. Remember when you met that guy and hit it off. Then he asked you out? You said you could tell he was younger than you but you couldn’t

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Ann: My house looks like it’s in a horror movie. There are literally thousands of furry caterpillars covering the entire outside.Pam: Is that from the webworms we saw a couple weeks ago that were all over that huge tree out front?Ann: Yeah, it’s pretty creepy. I wish I could at least charge them rent.Pam: Better yet, gather them up and sell ‘em.Ann: Who on earth would pay for caterpillars?Pam: Oh

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Ann: Isn’t it funny how some verbs just go with certain phrases? Like why do we say he ‘sports’ a mustache?Pam: I’m not sure. I always thought the phrase ‘ekes out’ a living was sort of weird. Do we eke out anything else?Ann: I don’t know. Good question. Then there are those phrases that are so obvious we don’t even have to finish them…Like ‘she’s expecting’ or ‘they’re engaged’. We don’t even

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Ann: I overheard part of a conversation that, as it turns out, I totally misunderstood. I heard my sister tell her husband that their neighbor was “expecting it in August”. I thought she was pregnant but it turns out she just ordered new patio furniture. Thank goodness I didn’t say anything to the neighbor before my sister straightened me out.Pam: Yeah, you have to be careful about that. But

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Ann: My neighbor’s son, Jed is making me nuts. Ever since he moved back home to live with his parents he keeps waking me up with his loud music and revving that obnoxious car engine at night.Pam: Sounds like they have a failure to launch situation. Did you speak to him?Ann: No. But I saw Barb the other day and I chatted with her. She was mowing the yard using an old fashioned rotor blade push

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Pam: This morning I saw a young mom and her toddler picking out DVD’s to add to their collection. It’s all too easy now. I think it’s kind of sad that kids can see their favorite show anytime they want.Ann: I don’t know. At times, video tapes were a life saver for me when my kids were little. How do you see it as sad?Pam: Don’t you remember what a big deal it was when Charlie Brown or The Wizard

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Ann: Do you remember the game Trivial Pursuit?Pam: Yeah, we used to play that at parties all the time, but that was years ago.Ann: Yeah, back in the 80s. Well, there was one category that always made me feel a huge gap in my education.Pam: Which one?Ann: Geography! I never did well in that category and it made me crazy. So much so, that I started studying maps just so I wouldn’t feel so

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Pam: Opie dropped by my office this afternoon. He's getting ready to go to that clothing optional race he ran last year.Ann: Did he really do that? I thought he was kidding!Pam: Oh, he did it alright. It's called the “Bare Buns Fun Run”. He loved it.Ann: I bet he did! He was joking with me that the only reason he was considering it was because he was sure he could knock several minutes off his

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Pam: I can’t believe what a husband will do to get out of doing a home improvement project.Ann: Remember what my ex used to say when I asked him why he hadn’t completed a home improvement project. “If it was easy, I’d have done it.” So you must have asked Bret to do something tough.Pam: No. I just hung up with Bret’s brother’s wife, Kerry.Ann: Bret’s brother Donnie, the fire fighter who passed

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Pam: Henry and his ‘chick du jour’ came over last night. I’ve got to hand it to him…he’s consistent.Ann: He certainly has a type. When he asks a woman the capitol of Texas and she answers “T”, he knows he found his next temporary keeper. So this one qualifies, huh?Pam: Let me put it this way…I doubt she’s ever uttered the word ‘checkmate’.Ann: What'd y’all do?Pam: They came by to play some cards.

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Pam: You won’t believe what happened at work today. If it had happened to someone else, I’d have thought it was really funny.Ann: Wasn’t this morning when you had that important client jetting in for your big presentation?Pam: Yeah, but I’m afraid we got off on the wrong foot. We went to the private jet terminal and were waiting when he arrived. This guy’s real proud of his organization’s new,

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Pam: Well, for about fifteen minutes today I thought I was hot stuff!Ann: Really? So somebody saved me the trouble and set you straight, huh? What happened?Pam: Bret and I went to meet Kate for lunch. Since it was near a bunch of office buildings, we figured it’d be pretty crowded. Bret dropped me off at the door so I could get our name on the list for a table while he waited in the parking lot

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Ann: I just hung up with my cousin Cindy. We were reminiscing about when we were kids. I always thought my aunt was the coolest, but the more I hear from Cindy about her mom, the more I wonder if we’re talking about the same woman.Pam: A kid’s perspective on their parents is always very different than anyone else’s. I keep telling my kids that the permissive and fun-loving man who is their

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Pam: I’m having a moral dilemma regarding my mother-in-law. I can’t decide if I’m being kind or being cruel.Ann: Only you would be struggling between two such extremes. Most people know pretty instinctively if they’re doing the right thing or not.Pam: Not everything’s so cut and dried. I actually ran this one past my book group last night and they had strong opinions on both sides.Ann: Okay. I’m

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Pam: Dottie was telling me about taking her mother to Hawaii last week.Ann: I’m so jealous. Did they have a good time?Pam: The trip was fine. But Dottie’s mom is such a tightwad it made Dottie nuts.Ann: I thought this trip was Dottie’s Mother’s Day gift to her mom.Pam: It was. But Dottie’s mom is even tighter with Dottie’s money than she is with her own.Ann: My mom can be the same way.Pam: They

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Pam: Once again, one of my solutions has created a problem.Ann: Come judgment day, let’s hope we get credit for good intentions or you’re sunk.Pam: Tell me about it! This time I came up with what I thought was the resolution to an ongoing squabble between the kids. You know we’re a four car family. Because Bret, Ross, Kate and I all have jobs and volunteer work that keep us running in four

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Ann: I ended up going to Dan’s funeral yesterday after all.Pam: How was it?Ann: Sort of bizarre. The minister went on and on about what a devout man Dan was and how he would have wanted us all to turn our lives over to the Lord.Pam: Wasn’t Dan the guy who used to tell women he was Garth Brooks’ brother and then brag about his conquests to the guys at work the next day.Ann: Yep, that’s him. I kept

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Pam: I’ve really had some good laughs with the emails that were flying around at work last week. I’ve never seen anything like it.Ann: Some of those jokes that get forwarded to everyone?Pam: No. One of our vendors offered six of the guys in the office an all expense paid trip to the Indy 500 this past weekend. It was for transportation, hotels, meals, parties, golf, limos, and a luxury suite at

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Ann: So how was your Memorial weekend?Pam: I’m pretty frustrated with my roadside assistance company right now.Ann: Did you break down?Pam: No, Kate did. She had a blow out on Interstate 35 in Dallas. Thank goodness for cell phones. She called me and I told her, “Don’t worry. Sit tight. I’ll call the motor club and they’ll be out to help you right away.”Ann: Did she know right away meant 2 hours?

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Pam: There are volumes written about how to cope with the empty nest. Why doesn’t anyone write a book about the suddenly un-empty nest?Ann: Having both kids home from college is a real adjustment isn’t it?Pam: I finally began to discover and appreciate the little perks of having my beloved children hundreds and hundreds of miles away. Mainly that the house stays just as I left it. Then they’re

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Ann: I’m going nuts. I’ve got to get my house ready for all my out of town guests coming for Hannah’s birthday and graduation.Pam: I don’t know about you but I do all kinds of crazy stuff when I’m expecting company.Ann: You mean clean like a fiend?Pam: Well that, yes. But I’m talking about silly stuff I do. Like I hide my daughter’s tabloid magazines and clear the nasty-grams I’ve left the kids

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Pam: Remember back when calling someone a geek was actually an insult? Well you’re one heck of a geek, and I mean that in today’s kindest sense.Ann: Gee, thanks. Did you know that the original meaning of geek was the side show freak at a carnival who bit the heads off of live chickens?Pam: Only you would have that little tidbit of information. So are you willing to help me out without biting my

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Ann: My aunt just called. She’s pretty upset. She just found out something that’s nearly put her into shock.Pam: This sounds like a juicy one…tell me.Ann: You know my aunt loves garage and estate sales. She hits the door at six in the morning with the local ads in one hand and a map in the other. She considers it a treasure hunt.Pam: So she’s the one who always gets there Friday morning and buys

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Ann: I’m pretty bummed. Joe and I finally got our romantic seashore get-away and the beach was a total bust.Pam: Well you said it was “beach or bust”. I guess you ought to set more flexible parameters next time. Did it rain?Ann: A little. But the big problem was a subtropical depression offshore. The tide was so high there was absolutely no beach to walk on. The waves were actually lapping on

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Pam: All of us at the office went out to lunch today. We took my boss, Archie’s car and I swear his driving sends me off the deep end!Ann: Confucius say…man who drives like hell, bound to get there.Pam: By the time we finally made it back to the office, that’s exactly where I wanted to tell him to go. He just won’t slow down no matter how anyone else in the car feels about it.Ann: He knows he

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Pam: One of the women in my business meeting yesterday definitely had fallen victim to the ‘middle-aged make-up cumulative layering syndrome’.Ann: Had it on a bit thick huh?Pam: I think she used a trowel.Ann: That happens…as women get older they seem to go one of two ways. They either accept that they have wrinkles and people will see them, or they try to spackle over them.Pam: Well this lady

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Pam: I had lunch with our friend Robby today. It was good to catch up with him.Ann: You mean Eeyore? When you asked him how he was doing, did he say very slowly and sadly, “I’m surviving...”?Pam: Pretty much. He is a “thanks for noticing me” kind of guy, isn’t he?Ann: He’s a real sweetie. But for some reason that I can’t quite put my finger on, he’s one of the most forgettable people I’ve ever

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Ann: You’ll never believe what happened to me today.Pam: Now what?Ann: I guess I should stop opening a conversation that way. Nothing I say shocks you any more.Pam: It doesn’t seem to stop you from trying.Ann: Hey, these things aren’t my idea. You know that saying? Something about having greatness thrust upon you?Pam: Yeah.Ann: Well, I have freakishness thrust upon me. It’s not like I seek out

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Ann: I can’t believe stamps went up again today.Pam: I know. It happened so fast. We barely got any warning this time.Ann: I almost forgot all about it and I had to run to the post office yesterday. I was with my mom and we were reminiscing about the good old days when stamps were a nickel.Pam: Sorry, I was too young to be concerned about postage back then.Ann: My cousin was in college and had a

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Pam: Have you ever been insulted in a way that could actually be taken as a compliment?Ann: Okay…you’re going to have to explain that one.Pam: Remember Patty? You met her on the trip to Kansas. She was the pretty lady who worked at the reception desk.Ann: The one in the flowered dress? She’s a little older, right? Creeping up on fifty…Pam: That’s her. But she’s fifty-five.Ann: Wow! She looks

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Ann: I don’t understand why some people refuse to learn anything at all about technology. Being a technophobe these days can be a real handicap.Pam: Since I still can’t get the internet to work on my laptop, I have to assume that comment is directed at me.Ann: Not entirely. At least you can find your way around email, cell phones, text messages, and digital cameras. I’m talking about people who

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Pam: I just found out I’m headed with my boss, Archie, to New Orleans for a business meeting. He’s less than thrilled.Ann: I thought he enjoyed traveling with you.Pam: Generally he does, but remember, our last experience in New Orleans was a bit bizarre for him.Ann: I don’t think I’ve heard this story.Pam: No? Well, we got to town several hours before our meeting and checked into our rooms at a

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Pam: I had such a blast at book group last night. I really get a kick out of those ladies. As usual, Amy’s hysterical stories were the hit of the night. You wouldn’t believe what her husband and his brothers did for their mom for Mother’s Day this coming weekend!Ann: He’s the artist, right?Pam: Yeah, that’s the one; definitely a free-spirited creative type. He has three brothers and his mother

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Pam: When I was walking Misfit last night that crazy Chihuahua started straining at the leash and boldly yapping away at this huge Great Dane. Good thing that other dog was on a strong leash because he could’ve eaten Misfit in one bite.Ann: Misfit is clueless about his size.Pam: Or lack thereof! Ann: Well, he’s been treated like a king by Kate his whole life. Why shouldn’t he be under the

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Pam: I was watching that Jane Austen chick flick Sense and Sensibility. Wouldn’t you love to live in that time when men had such beautiful manners?Ann: You do realize that’s just a Hollywood fantasy version of how things were back then, right? Besides, that story’s about the very upper crust of society. I’m sure the common folk back then behaved just as badly as we do now.Pam: It’s the little

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Ann: You mean because you’ve survived the empty nest syndrome?Pam: No, I was reminiscing about all the health scares she gave us when she was so young, and I was marveling at how far she’s come.Ann: Yeah, those were some scary days. I remember all the cardiologists she had to see and all the tests she went through when she had her open-heart surgery.Pam: I was remembering one time in particular

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Pam: I’m at this big conference and I’m getting a little tired of the patronizing pats on the head I’ve been getting.Ann: What do you mean?Pam: You know in my industry I'm outnumbered 100 to 1, men to women. I swear, every time I’m introduced they say, “And here’s the little lady who REALLY holds the power in that company. She’s the REAL boss. Right Pam?”Ann: It sounds like they’re trying to pay

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Pam: Oh my God! It just happened. I had that moment.Ann: Which one?Pam: The one that inevitably happens to every woman. I have rollers in my hair and was working at the computer so I had on my new glasses.Ann: I’ve never even seen you in those.Pam: You haven’t? Well, I was in the bathroom washing my hands and I looked up and was startled to see my mother staring back at me. I’m stunned….

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Ann: I love that new country song by Rodney Atkins, “Watching You".Pam: Is that the one where the guy’s four-year-old son says a swear word and the dad asks him where he learned to talk that way? The little boy tells him, “I’ve been watching you”.Ann: Yeah, and then the dad’s so mortified by his bad example he goes to the barn and prays for God to make him a better father. Later that night the

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Pam: My mom was the worst cook since the invention of fire. Let me tell ya, when she went into the kitchen to cook, the onions started to cry.Ann: But you can cook. How’d that happen?Pam: I had to learn, or starve to death! But don’t be fooled, I have been known to blacken a few dinners in my time.Ann: Hey, what you do is called burning. To “blacken” takes a professional.Pam: Very funny, but I

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Ann: As if being ADD isn't challenging enough, now I get to enjoy the delights of menopause with that foggy brain stuff. The double whammy just might be deadly.Pam: That’s crazy.Ann: No, I am. That’s the point.Pam: You can’t blame menopause for crazy unless you were menopausal at 32, ‘cuz you’ve been crazy as long as I’ve known you. Either way, I doubt it’s deadly.Ann: Well, if not deadly, it’s

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Pam: I like to think I’m above being fascinated by the uber-wealthy. But I have to admit that I’m curious about how they live.Ann: You’re not alone. That's why that TV show “Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous” was so popular.Pam: Yeah, the new generation’s version of that show is rappers on MTV showing people their “cribs”. It’s pretty funny. Talk about “new money”…Ann: …and all that that implies!

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Pam: Well Ross just called. He finally took defensive driving to get a discount on his car insurance.Ann: Yeah, you said he was going to one of those classes they have at the comedy club.Pam: He did. I asked him if he learned anything and he said, “Yeah, never date a married woman”.Ann: What?Pam: Apparently the comedic defensive driving teacher was severely depressed and spent the entire day

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Pam: I can’t decide if I’m lazy or dyslexic. But there must be some reason I can’t spell to save my life.Ann: You’re not lazy or stupid so I guess that leaves dyslexic.Pam: Hey! Who said anything about stupid?I have a whole box of my grade school papers in the attic. Up until about third grade they all have my name at the top spelled, “M, A, and a backwards P”. I wrote in exact mirror image until

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Pam: Since Kate took dual credit courses when she was in high school, I still get the local community college course schedule in the mail. I found the perfect class to get us in shape for swimsuit season.Ann: Great! Tell me it’s something exciting enough to pull me away from my computer.Pam: You won’t believe this, but you won’t have to leave your computer at all.Ann: I thought it was an exercise

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Pam: Sometimes I feel guilty for not feeling guilty. I see other people wringing their hands over stuff that just doesn’t bother me.Ann: Yeah, I know I’d feel better if you felt worse. What’d ya do now?Pam: I told a white lie about why I missed my coworker’s wedding. The truth is I just couldn’t stand to watch him exchange “lifetime vows” for the fourth time.Ann: Consider yourself lucky. I would

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Ann: Last night Joe and I finally went to that new restaurant with the tropical themed bar.Pam: How was it?Ann: It was pretty nice. We had to wait a few minutes for our table so we sat at the bar. I got one of their specialty fruit drinks with the paper umbrella and everything and Joe had a bottle of dark beer.Pam: Gender typical.Ann: Funny you should say that. When our table was ready we had to

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Pam: My Aunt and I visited that Funeral Museum in Houston. It sounds creepy but it was actually really well done. When I heard about it, I imagined some sort of weird, dark, roadside tin shack. But it was a nice building with marble floors and classrooms for mortician school lectures and everything.Ann: Hold on…I’m still back at Funeral Museum! You’re kidding right?Pam: No. There really is such a

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Ann: Does it make me a total language snob if I cringe when I hear people abuse the English language?Pam: You’re only a snob if you correct them.Ann: Oh, I learned a long time ago not to do that! I corrected a guy on a date and it was our last.Pam: What did he say?Ann: He kept saying “irregardless” until I just couldn’t take it another minute and I told him, “Irregardless is not a word.”Pam: I

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Ann: It’s been one of those days. I’m searching the skies hoping the mother ship will finally return to take me back to where I’m supposed to be. I just know I don’t belong here.Pam: Feeling a little out of place on the planet huh?Ann: I’m telling you. My brain just doesn’t work the way most people’s do. I must have been accidentally left behind by my real community of beings.Pam: Or abandoned…

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Ann: Hannah had a little mishap in her car while pulling out of the driveway this morning.Pam: Is she okay?Ann: Yeah, she’s fine, the car’s fine, but our mailbox didn’t survive.Pam: A lot of fender benders happen that way. Did I ever tell you how I got grounded because my brother had a fender bender pulling out of our driveway?Ann: You got grounded? Were you in his car and you distracted him

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Pam: When I was in Wichita I was killing time in an antique mall. I hate to admit it, but I ran across half my childhood toys there. It made me feel pretty old.Ann: Don’t even talk to me. I’m older than you are. Seeing my childhood toys in an antique shop isn’t nearly as bad as what’s happening to my body. Yesterday I discovered that going bra-less pulls all the wrinkles out of my neck. Talk

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Ann: I just talked to Troy. Somehow he’s had another strong semester despite the total absence of an effective use of his time.Pam: He just works so well under pressure he puts everything off until the last second because he’ll do better. You’ve got to admit, it works for him.Ann: Sometimes I get the impression he thinks any deadline at all is an unreasonable one.Pam: Yeah, Ross is the same way.

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Ann: Sorry I missed your call, Pam. I was on the other line with Cathy. She’d just had one of those “Mom Moments” that you and I used to have all the time.Pam: Well it’s good to hear we’ve passed the torch. What happened?Ann: Little Charlie just came home from his first sleep-over. He walked into the house and without a word walked over and punched his older brother in the nose!Pam: You’re

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Ann: Why is it that in the movies a man doesn’t show any pain while he’s being shot, run over, stabbed, or generally beat to death. But the second a pretty woman shows up with some antiseptic and bandages, he’s wincing like a baby?Pam: That’s because it takes place in that parallel universe known as Hollywood. You know…the fictitious world of “happily ever after”.Ann: Oh yeah! That place. That’s

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Pam: Remember, I was in college back before everyone grew up on computers and the Internet didn’t even exist. But I knew they’d be important in the future so I signed up for a computer class.Ann: Heck, when I was in school, “keyboarding” was still “typing class”.Pam: Well this course was designed to give non-geeks a general overview of computers and how they work. The big draw was that the

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Ann: Hannah scared me to death this afternoon. She walked out to get the mail when I heard her let out an ear piercing scream. My heart stopped as I simultaneously imagined she’d broken her ankle, been hit by a car, or been attacked by a rabid squirrel.Pam: Oh my gosh! What happened? Is she okay?Ann: She’s fine. It turned out to be a good screech not a bad one. She’d opened a letter while

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Pam: Did I ever tell you what Kate said when she was a little girl and I asked her if there really was an Easter bunny?Ann: No, what’d she say?Pam: She told me the Easter Bunny must be alive and well. Otherwise, who was posing for all those chocolate rabbits she sees in the store?Ann: Kids can be pretty funny. Last week I overheard a little boy about eight or nine years old talking with what

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Pam: When Ross was little we lived in a house in a new neighborhood in the suburbs. It had a wonderful big back yard that backed up to a sixty-acre community park that had been cleared out of the natural brush of the area. I really enjoyed long walks with my little guy along the creek that ran through the park.Ann: It sounds really nice.Pam: It was. But our paradise was shattered when we came

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Pam: I’ve decided people sometimes do things badly just to force someone else to take over.Ann: You just figured that out?Pam: It’s like Tom Sawyer painting the fence only in reverse. Instead of saying “This is so fun. Too bad you don’t have a fence to paint. Aren’t I lucky!” they say, “I’m terrible at painting. You’re such a better painter than I am. I guess I should leave all the painting up to

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Pam: How was your trip?Ann: Fine except I nearly pulled a hamstring jumping through all the hoops. That TSA is really something. It wasn’t too bad though. The guy sitting next to me on the plane was a pilot. He was headed home from delivering a corporate jet to be repainted. He had some pretty interesting stories about flying after September 11th.Pam: I’m sure that was a crazy time for anyone in

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Ann: Well I met Henry’s “chic de jour” today.Pam: Was she his typical bimbo type?Ann: Even more so than usual.Pam: That’s hard to believe.Ann: You wouldn’t believe it! She was wearing a t-shirt that was straining across her surgically enhanced chest and it said, “I wish these were brains”Pam: Oh, my gosh! Imagine if they were. Talk about artificial intelligence. But she sounds like Henry’s type

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Ann: As I’ve been sewing Hannah’s graduation dress this week, I keep thinking of her when she was a little girl.Pam: She was a cutie. Still is.Ann: I was remembering when she was about three. I asked her to run into my bedroom and bring me the paperback that was open, face-down on my nightstand. I told her, “Be sure not to loose my page.”When she came back she handed me the closed book. I said, “

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Pam: I’ve sure had a Monday today. I feel really cruddy but unfortunately not quite cruddy enough.Ann: I don’t get it. Are you sick? Why would you want to feel worse?Pam: I’m not officially sick. I just have a serious case of the blahs. So I went to work but spent the whole day wishing I was at home.Ann: Why didn’t you just take a mental health day and call in sick anyway? That’s what most people

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Pam: I was talking on the phone today to a guy on the east coast. I was going to have to call him back with some information so I asked what time he would be leaving for the day. He said, get this, “I’ll be here two more hours eastern time.”Ann: Well we are in the south after all. Maybe an eastern hour is just quicker than a southern hour.Pam: I was chuckling as I told him I’d be sure to convert

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Pam: Ever notice how a lot of traffic signs are actually pretty descriptive of life’s milestones? For example, “CURVES AHEAD” would be puberty, “END SCHOOL ZONE” would be graduation, and “MERGE” describes marriage. Ann: I get it. I guess “STOP” would be death, huh?Pam: No, death would be “DEAD END”.Ann: Sorry, but I think "DEAD END" would better describe my last job and my boss would be “DIP”.Pam

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Pam: I overheard some women today discussing whether it was wrong to call the lady who cleans their house a “maid”.Ann: I’m pretty sure most people call them housekeepers these days. I guess for some people “maid” teeters on “servant”.Pam: Although for my mother, they were one and the same.Ann: I remember you telling me she went through them pretty fast.Pam: Yeah, but it’s okay because every one

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Ann: My house is overflowing. I’ve got to get rid of a bunch of my stuff…but I’m so sentimental I just can’t part with most of it.Pam: What kind of stuff?Ann: Toys my kids played with, clothes they wore, anything they made, or looked at for that matter. I know they’re grown now but….it’s so hard.Pam: Just focus on the good part of clearing out stuff…the tidy spaces, the ease of finding things you

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Pam: Okay, I’ve had it! The roles I play in my relationships must change. My entire adult life I’ve been told to steady the ladder, hold down the fort, keep the home fires burning, and serve as ground crew. Meanwhile the men I’m “supporting” climb the ladder, fight the battles, take the adventures, and soar in the skies. It’s time I quit setting up the shots for someone else and took a few shots

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Ann: I about died laughing at what little Charlie said at the party Saturday night! Wasn’t that hysterical?Pam: What did he say?Ann: About his mother being drunk.Pam: Wow. I missed that. I guess I wasn’t in the room at the time. What happened?Ann: It was so funny. A bunch of us ladies were standing around swapping menopause stories and I was saying that what bothered me the most was the mood

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Pam: When I got my daughter that cute little puppy when she was in fourth grade I never considered the fact that I was going to be stuck taking care of an elderly Chihuahua when she went away to college.Ann: Is Misfit giving you trouble again?Pam: No. Not again. …still. She spoiled him absolutely rotten and then moved thirteen hundred miles away. I wish we’d included “Must allow dogs to reside in

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Ann: I managed to mortify myself in front of my priest today! What is it about the presence of a priest that forces my foot into my mouth?Pam: Oh no…What’d you do now?Ann: My parish just got the new statue of our patron saint and yesterday they placed it on its pedestal at the entry to the church. Well, this thing is…the only word for it is scary.Pam: Yeah, you were telling me its dark bronze,

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Ann: I saw one of those bumper stickers today that say, “They’re not hot flashes—they’re power surges”. Then as I passed the car I just had to look inside to see who was driving. Guess what? It was a teenage boy!Pam: And to think, my kids won’t drive my car ‘cause it’s a minivan. So what were you expecting to see when you looked into that car?Ann: I don’t know. If I’d seen a sweaty, haggard old

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Ann: Don’t you love when your daughter grows up and you have those glimmers of moments when she’s more like a friend than a daughter?Pam: I know what you mean. My “daughter as friend” moments seem to hit home most when she’s using that quick wit of hers. Once when she was about thirteen, I was noticing how much she enjoyed new hair styles, shoes, purses, andjewelry. I commented, “You’re really a

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Pam: As the name suggests, what we offer here is basically riffs from the rift. For nearly two decades as best friends…Ann: We prefer the term “accomplices”…Pam: …that’s true! For a long time we’ve been solving the dilemmas of the world as we see it. Unfortunately for the rest of you, that world has very little statistical correlation to reality.Ann: What did you used to have printed on the

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