My lovelies

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Loserman wasn't going to tell me when and where my kids were coming in from Paris tonight. I simply called someone and found out the information, called him and said, innocently, "didn't you hear back yet?" He stuttered and said, uh, yeah and tried to explain where they were coming into town.

So now *I* get to pick them up! I get to drive them home and listen to their Parisian adventures! Yay!

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