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Confessions of a Trophy Wife: Get Nailed
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Confessions of a Trophy Wife. For those of you who live in Atlanta, this one's for you. If you haven't already, you've just got to go and get Nailed. Having spent many years in Texas, I can tell you that the barbeque scene in and around Atlanta is decidedly weak with the exception of the Rusty Nail. Even the venerated Swallow at the Hollow doesn't compare to the incredible brisket and pulled pork, which is cooked inside a giant gun-shaped smoker in front of the restuarant. I love the Rusty Nail. I'm just...
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Confessions of a Trophy Wife: November 2008
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Confessions of a Trophy Wife. I know I have an innocent face, but my MIL has apparently seen right through my otherwise-convincing facade, and has divined that I am a Tupperware-stealer. Even I didn't realize that this numbers amongst my other considerable flaws. Fast-forward to Thursday. G went to have lunch with his Mom and Grandma (who's visiting from Denver). During the lunch, he was admonished thusly by the MIL:. Make sure Adrienne gives me my Tupperware back.". Did Adrienne bring my Tupperware back?
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Confessions of a Trophy Wife: September 2008
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Confessions of a Trophy Wife. Weird Items On My To-Do List. I was just thinking of some of my upcoming projects and how strange my list would look to anyone else. In the spirit of not taking myself too seriously and unbridled exhibitionism of my most boring details, here you have it:. O Get a Digital Camera of My Own. Yes, We Have No Bananas. Instead of your iPod. O Make More Dog Collars. O Visit a Fire Station. 8211; Yes, poor me…I have to go and see some firemen, but it’s for the good of my...And I hav...
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Confessions of a Trophy Wife: January 2009
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Confessions of a Trophy Wife. Today dawned with an awful realization. Beginning tomorrow, I have to start working from an office again, and that can only mean one thing: business casual. Serenity now. Serenity now. Serenity now. Posted Just For You By. Well, those of us with kids know how special some of those "firsts" can be. You know, the first word, the first step, or the first tooth. Then there are those firsts that aren't so celebrated, such as the first detention, first traffic violation, a...Reall...
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Confessions of a Trophy Wife: March 2009
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Confessions of a Trophy Wife. Oh, the romance! Who am I kidding? A day off from work can be a beautiful thing, even without romance and luxury. Sometimes it's not the presence of swaying palms that makes the time special; it's the mere absence of the constant hassle and endless emergencies, even when those pressures are replaced by grocery runs, Costco trips, bank deposits, and laundry. Response: "That's sudden. What's going on Friday? Posted Just For You By. King for a Day? Not me, silly! In this case, ...
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Confessions of a Trophy Wife: July 2011
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Confessions of a Trophy Wife. Can't Wait for This Week! Because it's going to be AMAZING. Here's what's going to happen:. Through the power of positive thinking, I will lose 8 pounds this week while eating whatever I want, AND my hair is going to look great everyday. My backlog of work, which would probably congest the administrative facilities of a small island nation, will yield to the slightest of efforts, falling away like a prom dress at 1:00am,. Hell, I might even grow a few inches! Geez, leave it ...
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Confessions of a Trophy Wife: October 2008
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Confessions of a Trophy Wife. A cabbie picks up a Nun. She gets into the cab, and notices that the VERY handsome cab driver won't stop staring at her. She asks him why he is staring. He replies: "I have a question to ask, but I don't want to offend you.". Well, I've always had a fantasy to have a nun kiss me.". She responds, "Well, let's see what we can do about that, under two conditions: #1, you have to be single and #2, you must be Catholic.". OK" the nun says. "Pull into the next alley.". In other ne...
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Confessions of a Trophy Wife: February 2009
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Confessions of a Trophy Wife. It's been a while since I've posted an embarrassing story about one of my kids, and I'm prepared to remedy the situation. This story came to mind the other day as I was driving home, and I determined to relate the tale without disclosing the identity of the child involved, who will hereafter be called Mr. X. When Mr. X was roughly four or five, a television show by the name of. Except to Mr. X. If he had anything to say about it, but I didn't think this was too unusual.
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Confessions of a Trophy Wife: July 2008
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Confessions of a Trophy Wife. Two Things You Should Know. Sometimes technology creeps me out, in that scary "big brother" sort of way. I've always had a tendency to compare trees to produce, i.e., "Look kids, those leaves look like Swiss Chard! This image from Google maps combines both of those elements for me. It's a satellite image of my house, which looks suspiciously like a miniature of itself, peeking out from under broccoli crowns. Enjoy! Posted Just For You By. All Alone in the Big City. As I ment...
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Confessions of a Trophy Wife: September 2010
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Confessions of a Trophy Wife. For those of you who live in Atlanta, this one's for you. If you haven't already, you've just got to go and get Nailed. Having spent many years in Texas, I can tell you that the barbeque scene in and around Atlanta is decidedly weak with the exception of the Rusty Nail. Even the venerated Swallow at the Hollow doesn't compare to the incredible brisket and pulled pork, which is cooked inside a giant gun-shaped smoker in front of the restuarant. I love the Rusty Nail. I feel l...
