I can't find anyone I can tolerate for more than sixteen days, yet my sister's managed to keep her marriage together for sixteen years. Not that this is about me, of course. Why are we talking about me?
An interesting tidbit: They met in a mall when she worked at Mrs. Field's cookies and he was a little skate thrash mallrat still in high school. I totally disapproved, as my sister and I were living as roommates at the time, and I was convinced it wouldn't last. Sixteen years and three kids later, I'm left here eating crow. So much for my opinion. Obviously my ability to judge how things will turn out is garbage (much like my taste in men).
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