Andy decides to be difficult this morning. He just doesn't want to get dressed. As I'm sitting at the kitchen table and reading the newspaper, sawing my way through a half grapefruit, I hear a yowl of protest from JoAnna. As I make my way to the bedroom, I hear Andy call out mournfully, "Daddy!" I get him dressed but apprise him of the fact that he's lost his television privileges for the evening.
At work, I break the news to Deb and, after she composes herself, explain where she could have done better during the interview She's the first to admit she did a poor job, although I tell her it was below our expectations as she's already been offered two jobs this year.
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