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In the process, a wrapper falls, and the cat, a fat calico with tiny slits for eyes, darts over and begins licking the hamburger grease. My husband's McDonald's garbage rests precariously on top of the trash can, so I angrily shove it down and tie off the bag.

Gunshots, yelling-he's watching something violent. The dishwasher has been broken since Christmas.

The semen analysis discussion stalls out, so I get up from the table and start washing my dinner dishes by hand.