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  <updated>2009-04-17T21:22:23Z</updated>
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    <title>Stress Relievers</title>
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    <content type="html">So Sandi, as we all know, is just a bit stressed out. I&amp;nbsp;can usually tell if it's a bad day when I wake up to see that the oven's been moved around and there's a bunch of cleaners sitting out and a frazzled mom is cleaning behind something. She does that quite a lot now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I&amp;nbsp;was walking out the door to leave for work the other day I&amp;nbsp;found her sorting through trash. Upon seeing me she promptly started a lecture about how aluminum cans should not be thrown away and that I&amp;nbsp;should crush them and put them in the recycle bin. I was used to this and was just going about the routine of&amp;nbsp; nodding my head and agreeing when I&amp;nbsp;noticed that quite a few cans contained the Pepsi logo. &amp;quot;PEPSI!&amp;nbsp;No, those aren't MY&amp;nbsp;cans!&amp;quot; Good lord, what does the woman think I&amp;nbsp;am! I am a Diet Coke drinker! I&amp;nbsp;would not stand for it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out it was Vick's trash from bringing the boys out from California that weekend. Hmm...he should know better by now, methinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;do try to alleviate her stress though, she worries about everyone and her constant stress has been my dad. I called him last night to see how he was holding up and this is what I&amp;nbsp;got;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: So how are you doing? Are you eating right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Hell NO! I&amp;nbsp;have no wife to cook for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You're pathetic, what have you been eating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dad: Tonight I&amp;nbsp;had TGIFriday's Chicken Wings and salad and coleslaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I&amp;nbsp;didn't want to raise the debate that salad and coleslaw are virtually the same thing but in different forms as it's good that he's eating a double dose of salad rather than other things.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, that's better than the KFC&amp;nbsp;that I heard about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: I&amp;nbsp;HAD&amp;nbsp;to eat the KFC, I&amp;nbsp;was CONSTIPATED!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me(while smacking forehead): You could have had a prune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;love my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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