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The Sinking of the Suburban Titanic©

Drip. Drip. Drip. I heard the dripping in my sleep. It wasn’t the light drip of a faucet leaking in a sink. It was the hard, splashy drip of water hitting the floor from somewhere high up above. Driiiiipppppp.

The Suburban Dictionary of Skiing Slang

When my husband and I got married, I promised to love and honor him and learn how to ski. I was actually able to put off this last commitment for about ten years. But when he decided it was time for the kids to learn, I was forced to take the plunge, as well

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More Suburban Thugs: Swagger Wagon

I realize I'm a little late in the game - almost 5,000,000 people have all ready seen this video. But seriously, when the husband throws the tea party dishes a little piece of me dies laughing.