Chris has been trapped at the Reston Town Center all morning. He met a friend for breakfast and someone robbed (tried to rob?) the bank across the street. Chris is OK. He's excited about seeing so many machine guns close up.
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Friday, October 21, 2005
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This came through on my Bloglines as "He met a friend for breakfast and robbed (tried to rob?) the bank across the street" and for a minute I thought to myself, "Wow, she's taking that awfully well. I get all pissed off if mine's running late and forgets to call, but Reb's husband robs a bank and she blogs about how excited he was to see the machine guns!"
Sometimes a man has to do what a man has to do for his woman... ya know?
I first posted that without the "someone" and later realized my omission and corrected it.
Of course, the omission made it much more interesting.
The original version would have been much better for those of us who used to discuss Chris's nascent arsenal.
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