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"I left my office yesterday with a headache because I didn&amp;#x27;t eat lunch. Drove home in sheets of rain. Got called a &amp;quot;f*cking animal&amp;quot; by a goon in a Hummer because I beeped my horn when he tried to sail into my lane without checking his mirrors. The traffic was Stop. Go. Go. Go. Go. Stop. After he called me a &amp;quot;f*ing animal&amp;quot; he flicked his cig at my passenger window. I was on my way to pick up JD from daycare and I kept thinking: What if my window was open and the cig started a fire with JD in the car? Guy was a tool. I pretended like I didn&amp;#x27;t hear or see him. It was hard. When I got home I found an invitation to God Mother Katie&amp;#x27;s engagement party. Slap. I&amp;#x27;m single. With a kid. Once inside I discovered the monthly bill for my Jeep on my desk and aha! that&amp;#x27;s why the payment wasn&amp;#x27;t deducted from my checking account. I forgot to mail it. By the time I plopped JD into his high chair the invite to Kate&amp;#x27;s party was gooey. Oops. After we ate I continued to look for the blue and red fish that go to JD&amp;#x27;s singing fish bowl toy. I realize they&amp;#x27;re just plastic fish but not knowing where they are when I&amp;#x27;ve searched every inch of my apartment makes me feel like I misplaced my diamond earrings. JD did you eat them? I popped JD in his crib and dove under my bed looking for them. Nothing. But there&amp;#x27;s that missing flip flop. When I jumped up resolved to the fact that someone broke into my apartment and stole two plastic fish and not my MacBook, Gucci diaper bag or JD&amp;#x27;s piggy bank I found JD doing this: JD has a hiding spot. Apparently the space between the wall and the bumper. I found two fish. One pacifier. And a blue sock. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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