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August 10, 2007

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michelle

that's crazy!
my way of coping is to go to the kitchen and pop a cookie (or anything else that contains chocolate!) in my mouth :)

carrie

i have nothing against pot as compared to alcohol. both nice drugs in moderation, that many people happen to have problems with.

i don't have a problem drinking in front of my children; in fact i don't want to add mystique to it by hiding it. but if i was sneaking into another room for a quick shot of Goldschlager several times a day? yeah, that's a rehab-worthy problem there.

aida

Woah!! And I felt bad taking my daughter to my MIL or SIL so I can have an afternoon of "me time" when I need to cope!

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