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for the Internet marketing firm I work for, I have to give her a back massage. If I forget to do any of the daily chores I’m supposed to like taking out the garbage, washing the car, getting the mail, or whatever, I have to give her a foot massage. I assume that if I had to help her with her work or do any of her chores that I would receive some type of massage in return, but she never forgets anything. It’s infuriating. She remembers the day, hour, and minute that we met and the day, hour, and minute that we got engaged. And, no, I did not propose to her. I was thinking about it though, however, she kept subtly suggesting it to me and eventually we somewhat mutually agreed that we were engaged for both our own goods. Then she went, picked out the engagement ring she wanted, called me, and I paid for it. She has also picked out the house we have to eventually own, what kind of dog we will want, how many children we’ll have, and what colleges they’ll be attending.

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game was the other night. The Sox are really having a bad season and Joe was so disappointed. I decided to invite him over for dinner and make bangers and mash. The last time I invited him over, I forgot to serve half of the meal and it was cold. This time I wanted to do something nicer for him. Joe and I were having a nice conversation and dinner when there was a knock at my door. It seemed as though my neighbor, Mike, had hung a gun on the gun rack that Bill made with deer hooves and it broke. Unfortunately, the shotgun was loaded and hit shot Mike’s foot. We had to take him to the emergency room! While we were at the hospital, I ran into Father Rich who was administering last rites for a person who died at Jersey Boys. Apparently, musicals and baseball is too much for older people because this person, like Mrs. Murphy’s friend, died at the musical. This is the third death of an old person at a major even in the past few weeks. I am so saddened and hope this will be the last. Meanwhile, the Texas Holdem Bandits are still in jail, being held on 250,000 bond. My editor asked me to cover the story but because of my involvement, I didn’t think it was right. I am still trying to come up with a story for him so that I can keep my own column. In the meantime, I am stuck volunteering each and every Saturday.

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and not a drill bit at all. He walked me to the appropriate aisle, and helped me find the correct drill bits for my electric drill. We found them, and I went to purchase them. When I got back to my place, I realized I could not find the charger for my drill either. Luckily, after some searching through some boxes, I found the charger. I was glad, because I really did not feel like going back to Home Depot to get something else. I finished all the work I had to do around my place, and decided to make it my goal for the day to finish unpacking the boxes.