that's just a fancy name for bad heart burn
2003-08-05
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First, there was the phone call from my father on Friday:
So, I raced home to call him.� And it was busy.� It was busy for 20 minutes.� I became more and more panicked.� A guy at work who is younger than my father just had a heart attack and bypass surgery.�� Finally, I get a hold of him.
I really thought he had had a heart attack. The Swedish party went alright.� I think that I was officially inducted into Shannon's mother's social circle.� Shannon's mom wasn't there, but a lot of her friends were.� I talked about Carla on more than one occasion, which is weird because I don't make a habit of calling my friend's mothers by their first names.� I was, once again, asked to join the AAUW.� I guess they have a cooking group. What is the point of the AAUW anyway?� I imagine that, when it started, that women with college degrees needed a support and networking group.� Now that most women have degrees (at least in urban America), what's the point?� I just don't get it.� But they do have a sweet book sale where I once got a first edition Betty Crocker cookbook! I've been busy, busy, busy.� No word yet on that possible promotion. BTW, I'm planning a Triumphal Return party for Shannon.� There WILL be flaming pumpkin weenie roasts.� I might even construct a triumphal arch on Warren, if time permits.
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