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	<title>Comments on: Passive Aggressive Notes</title>
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		<title>By: katiekelly</title>
		<link>http://caitoceallaigh.com/2009/05/05/passive-aggressive-notes/#comment-1323</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 05 May 2009 02:46:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>That&#039;s pretty good.

My Grandma  Cathy told me this story about when she was living with her roommates in Detroit. They were all school teachers, fresh out of college, trying to land husbands. This was in 1929 or something. Anyway, there was one roommate, Flossie, who was only supposed to live there for a few weeks, and she ended up being the last one to move out. But the way my grandma tried to convey to her the message that it was time for her to move out was to throw all of Flossie&#039;s shoes outside of the window in the dead of winter. I had just moved in with my grandma -- we were roommates for a year and a half &#039;til she passed away -- and it was about that time that I truly started to fear her, and take notes.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That&#8217;s pretty good.</p>
<p>My Grandma  Cathy told me this story about when she was living with her roommates in Detroit. They were all school teachers, fresh out of college, trying to land husbands. This was in 1929 or something. Anyway, there was one roommate, Flossie, who was only supposed to live there for a few weeks, and she ended up being the last one to move out. But the way my grandma tried to convey to her the message that it was time for her to move out was to throw all of Flossie&#8217;s shoes outside of the window in the dead of winter. I had just moved in with my grandma &#8212; we were roommates for a year and a half &#8217;til she passed away &#8212; and it was about that time that I truly started to fear her, and take notes.</p>
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		<title>By: girochatterbox</title>
		<link>http://caitoceallaigh.com/2009/05/05/passive-aggressive-notes/#comment-1322</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 05 May 2009 02:03:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I once had a friend with a roommate that kept eating all the food in the fridge. So, one day the other roommates got together and made a nice, big pot of spaghetti laced with Ipecac syrup and left it sitting in the fridge. Well, this story ended as you can imagine, and the guy never ate the other roommates&#039; food again.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I once had a friend with a roommate that kept eating all the food in the fridge. So, one day the other roommates got together and made a nice, big pot of spaghetti laced with Ipecac syrup and left it sitting in the fridge. Well, this story ended as you can imagine, and the guy never ate the other roommates&#8217; food again.</p>
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		<title>By: katiekelly</title>
		<link>http://caitoceallaigh.com/2009/05/05/passive-aggressive-notes/#comment-1321</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 05 May 2009 00:36:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I was feeling under the weather when I wrote this, and I&#039;m laughing that I wrote &quot;bathtoom&quot; instead of &quot;bathtub&quot;. I think I started to write &quot;bathtub,&quot; and then in my mind, what I really wanted to say was &quot;bathtomb&quot;. I am pretty sure that is what I really meant. I am too tired to fix it.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was feeling under the weather when I wrote this, and I&#8217;m laughing that I wrote &#8220;bathtoom&#8221; instead of &#8220;bathtub&#8221;. I think I started to write &#8220;bathtub,&#8221; and then in my mind, what I really wanted to say was &#8220;bathtomb&#8221;. I am pretty sure that is what I really meant. I am too tired to fix it.</p>
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