One day not too long ago, a boxed DVD set of the 1980s yuppie-hit TV show thirtysomething showed up in the mail. My wife, who was suffering a bout of nostalgia, had bought it, I guess, as a way to punish my oldest two daughters, who were heading off to college. She claimed she wanted to show them what life was like when they were born.
The more troubling issue was that she wanted us to watch it as a family . Have I ever mentioned that I am the only male (besides my fat brown Lab, Otto) among four females...
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