tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565850157622182616.post7698055063185740316..comments2008-06-12T23:44:13.088-04:00Duane Readenoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565850157622182616.post-61658448163993164852008-06-12T23:44:00.000-04:002008-06-12T23:44:00.000-04:00Ok, this is flippin hilarious. I think i might be one of those women, having those converstations that are incredibly - specialized? I have infant twins, and the last time i walked out of Olive Garden I found my husband holding both of the babies, speaking to a MOB of older women and as I looked at him the word 'hyper-ovulation' came out of his mouth. I wish I had a donut right them to keep him from saying anything else!!Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17695270805510077401noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565850157622182616.post-5944740830326998232008-05-09T21:29:00.000-04:002008-05-09T21:29:00.000-04:00In retrospect, I think the fritter *was* encrusted with anger.Duane Readehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00930078825883589354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565850157622182616.post-79966183406948148042008-05-09T19:59:00.000-04:002008-05-09T19:59:00.000-04:00I originally read your 3:30 live blog post this way:<BR/><BR/>It is a huge, bulbous beast of a fritter (500 calories, according to Starbucks' little placard) and is encrusted with ANGER...<BR/><BR/>I guess we see what we want to see.Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10408708919775522511noreply@blogger.com