Golddigger 101

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Friday, September 2, 2016

In which Primo sees that one of the names on his walk list is that of the guy who wanted to discuss campaign strategy but had no interest in helping with practical issues

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Primo: Oh! Guess who's name is on my list? Me: Who? Primo: Roberto! Me: Oh no! Do not stop there. Just skip his house! [When Pri...
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Thursday, September 1, 2016

In which both Primo and I forget that it is the one-year anniversary of Doris' death and we wonder if we should feel guilty about that

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Primo: I'm not doing it right! Me: What? [worried that something has gone horribly wrong in collecting signatures for his nominating p...
Wednesday, August 31, 2016

In which Primo suggests once again that I rename this blog "The Candidate's Wife" and I suggest that he be celibate until after the election

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OK. That's not exactly what happened. I left out a few steps between the "HEY! I'm going to run for office again!" announc...
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Saturday, August 27, 2016

In which we go out to celebrate Primo's birthday and I wonder if people who regularly stay out late know how crappy they feel but I can do it once a year for Primo

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It was Primo's birthday yesterday. I made him a cake - chocolate with chocolate frosting. Primo doesn't think it's dessert ...
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Friday, August 26, 2016

In which Ted sends an email to Primo wishing him happy birthday and thanking him for sending some money and I roll my eyes because I KNOW IT'S ALL PART OF THE PLAN

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It's Primo's birthday. I have known Primo for over ten years. Each year, we have celebrated his birthday. Each year since my m...
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Thursday, August 25, 2016

In which I consider carefully the thoughtful comments you all left and decide not to say "Hey!" to the high school boyfriend who ditched me right before the prom

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Because really, what's to be gained? We were never friends - we were the kissing version of f*** buddies. [I know. I am sort of a pru...
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In which the hospital sends Primo another bill for his mom's care, even though she has been dead for FIFTY ONE WEEKS

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Yes. That happened. Primo got a bill for something with his mom. Not an overdue bill. Not a second or third or fourth request. A first-t...
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Tuesday, August 23, 2016

In which the guy who dumped me right before the prom comments on the facebook post of an apparently mutual friend and I wonder what to do

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as I have not spoken to Ken since high school. I have stalked him, but not spoken to him. Or written to him. Or seen anything written by h...
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Sunday, August 21, 2016

In which my mom, my aunt, and my uncle are mean to Primo

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Hahaha! NOT REALLY! Primo and I went to visit my mother for Mothers Day. We were there for five days? Something like that. He. Was. Amazi...
Saturday, August 20, 2016

In which my mom knows that Primo is the one who took the booze back downstairs after we excavated

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"That's my son in law," she said. "The bottles are lined up neatly with the clear liquids on the left and the opaque l...
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In which Primo thought that just because there was no chocolate in my mom's kitchen, there was no chocolate in her house

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He didn't know that you just have to go into the basement and into the closet containing the Christmas wreaths, the candles, and th...
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Friday, August 19, 2016

In which I discover not one but TWO! TWO! empty containers of marshmallow fluff at my mom's house - a product that WAS NOT IN OUR HOUSE WHEN I WAS A KID

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Thursday, August 18, 2016

In which Primo and I agree that he will run for office again while I wail and gnash my teeth but he gives me a rock-solid argument of 1. we can afford for him not to work for another few months and 2. wouldn't it be nice for him to have just a few months of his life to do something without his parents' drunken breath down his back

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And he did inherit some money, albeit against Sly's wishes. So yeah. We are back in the political game.
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Tuesday, August 16, 2016

In which Keith's former tenant leaves the keys in the mailbox but it's too late - the lease said she was to turn them in by midnight April 30, which is not the same as midnight May 2

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Keith's former tenant refused to leave the keys with him when she moved out on Saturday night April 30. She left them with a note saying...
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Monday, August 15, 2016

In which Primo and I go to my (second? third? once removed?) cousin's wedding and the leftovers are fabulous

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The cousin I met at my great-uncle's funeral - Amber - got married and she invited Primo and me. It was fun and fabulous and my gre...
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