"So is this the new Marilee?", I say to my lovely wife just now.
At six-thirty in the morning.
On a weekday.
She's got something scheduled for today and apparently wanted to get going as soon as possible so as to not dawdle before she really needs to be off.
Oh, the answer?
"No, just another one."
Oh. My. God.
Wednesday, November 11
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