When you pick up your phone in the middle of the work day, and your wife is on the other end with some bad news you expect it to be, 'the car won't start' or 'the bank bounced a check' or 'the cat is looking at me funny again -- I think she knows' and not that you have one child in the hospital and another on the way. Well, those few days passed and he still didn't feel better so Arlene went back to "Old" Dr. They say that around half of all marriages now end in divorce. The next day Arlene dropped Alexander off at the babysitter's house our neighbor.
She is a pain-in-the-ass to the customer service rep who doesn't give her the correct information. As they prepared Alexander under the oxygen tent, and before they started pumping in the drug, one of the nurses turned to Arlene and asked, "Are you pregnant? We celebrated his 1st birthday with some balloons tied to his bed and a cake we shared with the nurses as Arlene peered at us through the glass like a hungry cat staring longingly through a Fish Market window. We even went out to celebrate when Amanda lost the crappiest job she ever had. I hope my humble advice leads to happy marriages, and all the perks that come with them.
I state the following with no animosity at all -- if anything I say it with respect and admiration: Pain in the Ass unknown. Theres only one solution. I though that buiding something together with someone you really care is something important that should be a good moment, not a chore. She is a pain-in-the-ass to the clerk at the college who didn't process our son's registration on time. Not sure what that meant, so I googled it.