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Where's the Ref?

Friday, March 23, 2007
Don't you hate it when you discover late in the game that not everyone is playing by the same rules -- or the rules that you agreed on at the start of the game?

When I'm feeling really mad I want there to be some uber referee who holds the other players accountable -- who produces some Gigantic Playbook of Life and says -- "Hey, these are the rules, kids, and you're not playing fair. Smarten up or you're out of the game."

Of course, life doesn't work like that. Expecting the best of people is a pretty good strategy most of the time, but sometimes the Lucy in your life moves your football and you end up getting flipped on your back like Charlie Brown. And there's never a ref when you need one.

Or at least some days it feels that way.

Good grief.

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| posted by Ann D @ 5:34 PM