On my last job in this school, a couple of kids wanted to know if I was a Habs fan. Now, I grew up in Montreal, so my first exposure to hockey was in the home of the Montreal Canadiens. Not that I really cared, though. But then I moved to Toronto and married an avid Leafs [...][...]
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we’re working, really
Today’s email conversation between the husband and myself while both at our respective day jobs: Omar: I’m in class and I smell like cheerios from the morning Me: cheerios dont smell bad unless they’re in vomit.. O: wow. M: im just saying, you probably smell good. cuz cheerios dont[...]