by Angie Pangie
on June 1, 2010
in Parenting
I love my children. I tolerate yours. Sometimes. When I take my girls to the neighborhood pool, I go to make sure they’re not drowning, they’re having fun, and they’re not bothering other people. It’s kind of that oath of parental responsibility we imaginarily signed when we pushed out the babies from our nethers.
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by Angie Pangie
on May 17, 2010
in Playing House
I was raised in a house of ill-repute.Substitute “obsessive cleanliness” with “ill-repute” for a more accurate description. Growing up, I always had my daily and weekly chores for which my mother had to constantly and forcefully gently remind me and my sister that we had dishes to unload, crap to pick up and/or dust to remove from every single flat surface in the house.
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