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Christina Aguilera at the “club” [aka haven for lots of shiney halter tops] Blonde in KC….right next door to Fred P. Otts….where I spent the EXACT SAME evening injuring myself while playing Lucky Strike 2007….oh, and watching my husband play Galaga….and eating lots of fries…

Trent and I have been hanging out together much more in the past few days then we had been in the past months. He had been so busy with work and I had been traveling all over the place, so we just decided to stay in this weekend and hang together. Which leads to conversations like this one:

Trent: Honey, I forbid you from recording The Hill’s on DVR.

Me: It was YOU who deleted my recordings! Do not delete that, I haven’t watched it yet!

Trent: That is a stupid show for little high school girls….[turns to one of his 20 recordings of Aqua Teen Hunger Force] Now if you’ll excuse me I have some cartoons to watch.

This is long, but so interesting. I highly recommend it.

I just realized that everytime Lucy finishes eating her baby food, she picks up all of the crumbs on her tray and attempts to shove them in her mouth. Usually they end up all over her eyebrows. Then she leans down and starts chewing on the corner of the tray.

Maybe she’s watched our dog lick up our leftovers one too many times. Or maybe she’s just been watching me eat.

Me: You don’t know, she might have postpartum psychosis or something.

Trent: Whatever, she needs to buck up and take care of her shit.

Me: But she’s just had two kids in a year and a half. That has to totally wreck your mental state. Plus all the chemicals released in her brain. Maybe she can’t control herself, and that’s not her fault.

T: Don’t even compare yourself to her. You are a fantastic mother. She’s a southern whore, and now she’s bald. I already told you, I’m leaving you if you shave your head. And she is a fucking millionaire, she needs to get over it!

Me: So if you have money you can’t be depressed?

T: Not if you have 2 million dollars! Pay someone to fix it! Get therapy!

Me: You’re gonna be in trouble if we have another kid and I lose it.

T: Whatever, I’ll just slap you with my million dollars.