Sunday, December 9, 2007

Oh dear Gawd...

Today my niece called me and talked to me for three hours about her problems with her best friends and the fact that one of them slept with her boyfriend. She didn't spare me any details. At one point I stopped her and asked, "What the hell do I look like, Dr. Phil?!"

I only have so much patience for 23 year old whiney girls...

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