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You say it’s your birthday – It’s my birthday too, yeah

You say it’s your birthday – It’s my birthday too, yeah

“So, my sister-in-law just turned forty,” my co-worker told me as she walked into my office a couple of weeks ago, “and ever since, she has nothing but complaints.”   “What do you mean?” I asked.   “Well, first she started that she can’t sleep through the night anymore.  Then she started saying that her back and neck were bothering her when she woke up.  And her latest? She is having a difficult time getting up from the couch, because…

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A blog, a spouse and some questions

A blog, a spouse and some questions

As my husband, Marc, and I left our house and walked to his car to begin our weekly pilgrimage to Costco, his phone buzzed alerting him to a new email.   He glanced down to check the email.   “Oh, it is your blog,” he announced.  “Which one is it today?  Do I have to read it or can I just delete it?”  He asked.   I knew what he meant, after all most of the time he already knows the…

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Road Rage

Road Rage

At the red light, at the exit of my office’s parking lot, I slowly edged out a little bit, trying to see if I could make a right turn onto the main road.   The road was packed with bumper to bumper traffic.  I made eye contact with the driver who was stuck where my traffic light was.  He was unable to clear it due to the congestion.  I didn’t expect the driver to be gracious and let me pass.  …

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Brown Eyed Girl

Brown Eyed Girl

“Ok, Hilary, I will email you the link for you to post your discounted ad,” my Monster representative told me on the phone.  “If you have any questions, just call me back, and I will walk you through anything you need.”   As I said thanks and goodbye, I received her email.  I clicked the link, and was able to quickly paste in my help wanted advertisement.  I swiftly navigated through the subsequent screens, and put in my discount code. …

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Too close for comfort

Too close for comfort

“Hilary, there are flowers for you here,” my office’s receptionist sung into the phone as she called me from our other location, which is about half a mile from where I work.    “Flowers?  For me? There? That is so strange.  Who are they from?” I asked.   “I don’t know.  Come over and find out,” she happily answered.   “Alright,” I replied as I grabbed my car keys.  “I will come over.”  But, before I left my office I…

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