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When You're In @#*!#-ing Hell, Your Forehead Can Feel A Wee Bit Feverish. (by The Way, That's The Way My Wife Actually Curses. She Doesn't Use Dirty Words; She'll Literally Say "asterisk, Pound Sign, Exclamation Point, The-letter-'a'-with-a-circle-around-it, Asterisk, Asterisk, Asterisk.")

We All Hold On To Some Image Of The Family We Want, Based One Way Or Another On The Family We Had. Lots Of People Are Thrilled About The Families They Came From, Others Couldn't Get Away Fast Enough. Most People Fall Into That Vast Middle Ground: Great Affection Mixed With A Few Ideas For Improvement. A Couple Of Things They Wish Could Have Perhaps Been Done Differently.

Two Or Three Times A Week, I Drive By The Houses Of Numbers 78-100 Just To Rub It In.

The Jewel In The Baby Product Crown Is The Stroller. And If In America You Are What You Drive, Then In Parentland, You Are What You Push.

A Friend Told Me To Listen To My Heart. Another Friend Told Me To Listen To My Gut. Maybe I Need An Autopsy, Because Right Now My Colon Is Kind Of Iffy.