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	<title>Comments on: My Mother&#8217;s Day Gift to The Much Younger Trophy Wife &#8230;</title>
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		<title>By: Blue_Collar_Muse</title>
		<link>http://www.redstate.com/blue_collar_muse/2009/05/10/my-mothers-day-gift-to-the-much-younger-trophy-wife/#comment-275</link>
		<dc:creator>Blue_Collar_Muse</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 10 May 2009 19:58:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>but my wife doesn&#039;t permit me to use language like &quot;drop her handbag&quot; and &quot;she left it on top of the car to begin with&quot; at home.  Out with the boys, she permits it since it&#039;s only male posturing and we all know I&#039;m lying anyway.  But in front of the kids?  Never!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>but my wife doesn&#8217;t permit me to use language like &#8220;drop her handbag&#8221; and &#8220;she left it on top of the car to begin with&#8221; at home.  Out with the boys, she permits it since it&#8217;s only male posturing and we all know I&#8217;m lying anyway.  But in front of the kids?  Never!</p>
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		<title>By: mom2oneson</title>
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		<dc:creator>mom2oneson</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 10 May 2009 19:57:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&quot;I understand that to be the order that it was intened to be&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;I understand that to be the order that it was intened to be&#8221;</p>
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		<title>By: David Hinz</title>
		<link>http://www.redstate.com/blue_collar_muse/2009/05/10/my-mothers-day-gift-to-the-much-younger-trophy-wife/#comment-273</link>
		<dc:creator>David Hinz</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 10 May 2009 19:52:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>:-)

But then, don&#039;t we all?</description>
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<p>But then, don&#8217;t we all?</p>
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		<title>By: Achance</title>
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		<dc:creator>Achance</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 10 May 2009 19:45:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>and is well aware of it.  While she was doing her nails she would tell me how it was my stupidity in the way I carried her handbag that caused me to go a@# over tea kettle down the ramp and how she would never drop her handbag and somewhere in there we&#039;d get to how it was my fault that she left it on top of the car to begin with.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>and is well aware of it.  While she was doing her nails she would tell me how it was my stupidity in the way I carried her handbag that caused me to go a@# over tea kettle down the ramp and how she would never drop her handbag and somewhere in there we&#8217;d get to how it was my fault that she left it on top of the car to begin with.</p>
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		<title>By: Blue_Collar_Muse</title>
		<link>http://www.redstate.com/blue_collar_muse/2009/05/10/my-mothers-day-gift-to-the-much-younger-trophy-wife/#comment-271</link>
		<dc:creator>Blue_Collar_Muse</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 10 May 2009 19:37:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>is that they lead to other thoughts and so on.  Your comment, sir, has set me to thinking.  That&#039;s a very dangerous road, thought is.  One never knows what one will find at the end of it.  One might find relaxation, redemption or revolution.  The only way to know for sure is to follow the train of thought to its destination and see ...

And yes, for the record, I married up.  WAY up ...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>is that they lead to other thoughts and so on.  Your comment, sir, has set me to thinking.  That&#8217;s a very dangerous road, thought is.  One never knows what one will find at the end of it.  One might find relaxation, redemption or revolution.  The only way to know for sure is to follow the train of thought to its destination and see &#8230;</p>
<p>And yes, for the record, I married up.  WAY up &#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: David Hinz</title>
		<link>http://www.redstate.com/blue_collar_muse/2009/05/10/my-mothers-day-gift-to-the-much-younger-trophy-wife/#comment-270</link>
		<dc:creator>David Hinz</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 10 May 2009 19:04:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>but why are we never referred to as &quot;the distinguished older husband?&quot;

yeah, I thought as much...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>but why are we never referred to as &#8220;the distinguished older husband?&#8221;</p>
<p>yeah, I thought as much&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: David Hinz</title>
		<link>http://www.redstate.com/blue_collar_muse/2009/05/10/my-mothers-day-gift-to-the-much-younger-trophy-wife/#comment-269</link>
		<dc:creator>David Hinz</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 10 May 2009 19:00:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>:-)</description>
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		<title>By: Blue_Collar_Muse</title>
		<link>http://www.redstate.com/blue_collar_muse/2009/05/10/my-mothers-day-gift-to-the-much-younger-trophy-wife/#comment-268</link>
		<dc:creator>Blue_Collar_Muse</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 10 May 2009 17:57:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You could have slipped on the steep, wet ramp slippery with diesel fuel spilled from the fishing boats and heavy with the whales&#039; gifts of ambergris and tumbled handbag over teakettle depositing the contents of said handbag at precise intervals as determined by the speed and arc of your rotation.

I surmise that SWMBO would have, as would The Much Younger Trophy Wife, merely pointed at the carnage and observed wryly, &quot;You&#039;re the putz that&#039;s always yammering about Personal Responsibility!&quot; and then sat down to do her nails or something while waiting ...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You could have slipped on the steep, wet ramp slippery with diesel fuel spilled from the fishing boats and heavy with the whales&#8217; gifts of ambergris and tumbled handbag over teakettle depositing the contents of said handbag at precise intervals as determined by the speed and arc of your rotation.</p>
<p>I surmise that SWMBO would have, as would The Much Younger Trophy Wife, merely pointed at the carnage and observed wryly, &#8220;You&#8217;re the putz that&#8217;s always yammering about Personal Responsibility!&#8221; and then sat down to do her nails or something while waiting &#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: Achance</title>
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		<dc:creator>Achance</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 10 May 2009 16:59:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>that I have formally told She Who Must Be Obeyed (SWMBO) that she may never ask for a demonstration of my love for her again.  Let me preface this by saying that my wife cannot carry any ordinary and discrete handbag that holds only a wallet and a few personal things; she must carry something that will accomodate what would be many people&#039;s every Earthly possession.

We had just gone down to the boat and had carried a bunch of gear and supplies.  It is ALWAYS low tide when you&#039;re carring a bunch of stuff and the ramp was very steep and it was raining pretty hard.  SWMBO discovers that she has left her handbag probably sitting on the ground beside the car or on the roof and whines about having to walk a long way and up the steep ramp in the rain to get it.  I understand that to be the order that it was intened to be, so I struck out on the walk of a little over 200 yards.  It was on the roof of the car and I try to carry thiis big red handbag as nonchalantly as I can so that it can be understood that it isn&#039;t mine.  I prefer the carry it like a loaf of bread style but the thing is heavy and you have to switch hands fairly frequently thus drawing attention to yourself.  I notice as I get to the ramp that two big fishing boats have just pulled in to the fuel dock and I have to walk past them carrying a big red handbag, but that wasn&#039;t enough.  As I get to the bottom of the ramp, one of the whale watching boats pulls in and begins to unload so I have to work my way through about a hundred tourists carrying the big, red handbag, before I even get to walk past the two big fishing boats and all my boat buddies who for some reason are all out on the dock to watch me carry the G@#D@#$ed big, read, heavy handbag down the dock.

Happy Mothers&#039; Day Dear.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>that I have formally told She Who Must Be Obeyed (SWMBO) that she may never ask for a demonstration of my love for her again.  Let me preface this by saying that my wife cannot carry any ordinary and discrete handbag that holds only a wallet and a few personal things; she must carry something that will accomodate what would be many people&#8217;s every Earthly possession.</p>
<p>We had just gone down to the boat and had carried a bunch of gear and supplies.  It is ALWAYS low tide when you&#8217;re carring a bunch of stuff and the ramp was very steep and it was raining pretty hard.  SWMBO discovers that she has left her handbag probably sitting on the ground beside the car or on the roof and whines about having to walk a long way and up the steep ramp in the rain to get it.  I understand that to be the order that it was intened to be, so I struck out on the walk of a little over 200 yards.  It was on the roof of the car and I try to carry thiis big red handbag as nonchalantly as I can so that it can be understood that it isn&#8217;t mine.  I prefer the carry it like a loaf of bread style but the thing is heavy and you have to switch hands fairly frequently thus drawing attention to yourself.  I notice as I get to the ramp that two big fishing boats have just pulled in to the fuel dock and I have to walk past them carrying a big red handbag, but that wasn&#8217;t enough.  As I get to the bottom of the ramp, one of the whale watching boats pulls in and begins to unload so I have to work my way through about a hundred tourists carrying the big, red handbag, before I even get to walk past the two big fishing boats and all my boat buddies who for some reason are all out on the dock to watch me carry the G@#D@#$ed big, read, heavy handbag down the dock.</p>
<p>Happy Mothers&#8217; Day Dear.</p>
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