2.4.2011
6:38pm. The baby is crying. Liv is testing me. I'm trying to figure out how to get dinner going and the phone rings. Tim. Damn train...again.
"I can't get home, the train from Jamaica is canceled."
"What the hell is wrong with these people? The LIRR is a joke! How can they get away with this crap on a daily basis? Everyone should go on a fucking strike and go in from Manhasset."
"I know."...
"Jenn... I got laid off today."
(My heart SINKS!)
"WHAT?!?! Oh my god. OH. MY. GOD."
"I wanted to wait 'til I got home to tell you but I can't wait anymore."
You never know what you're gonna get.
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