FROM LYN'S JOURNAL

	I don't think I've ever seen Bob so angry.
	He threw things up to me:
	All the times I'd been late.
	All the weekends I'd been gone.
	He threw things up to me I'd totally forgotten about.
	He brought up that time I let the clothes pile up for so long,
	by the time I got around to it, the twins had outgrown the
	ironing.

	It's clear what Bob and I both need:
	a wife!


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