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Subject: FW: This is a classic...



Is this what I have to look foward too??

Jen
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From: Tripp, Tracey [mailto:Tracey.Tripp@ENRON.com] 
Sent: Monday, October 29, 2001 9:56 AM
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Subject: FW: This is a classic...




>  >>   > > One afternoon a man came home from work to find total mayhem
in
> his
>  >>house.
>  >>  His three children were outside, still in their pajamas, playing
in
the
>  >>mud,
>  >>  with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn all around the front
yard.
>  >>           > > > >
>  >>   > > The door of his wife's car was open, as was the front door
to
the
>  >>house.
>  >>  Proceeding into the entry, he found an even bigger mess.  A lamp
had
>  >>been
>  >>  knocked over, and the throw rug was wadded against one wall. In
the
>  >>front
>  >>room
>  >>  the TV was loudly blaring a cartoon channel,
>  >>  and the family room was strewn with toys and various items of
clothing.
>  >>
>  >>   > > In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was
spilled
>
>  >>on
>  >>the
>  >>  counter, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay
under
> the
>  >>table,
>  >>  and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door.
>  >>
>  >>   > > He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more
piles
>
>  >>of
>  >>  clothes, looking for his wife. He was worried she may be ill, or
that
>  >>something
>  >>  serious had happened. He found her lounging in the bedroom, still
> curled
>  >>in
>  >>the
>  >>  bed in her pajamas, reading a novel.
>  >>
>  >>   > > She looked up at him, smiled, and asked how his day went.
He
>  >>looked
>  >>at
>  >>  her bewildered and asked, "What happened here today?"
>  >>  She again smiled and answered, "You know every day when you come
home
>  >>from
>  >>work
>  >>  and ask me what in the world did I do today?" "Yes" was his
incredulous
>  >>reply.
>  >>  She answered, "Well, today I didn't do it."
>  >>
>  >>  > > Send this page to another Mother.
>  >>
>  >>
>  >> >>
>



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