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	<title>Comments on: To Speak or Not to Speak&#8230;That is the Question</title>
	<link>http://counterfeithumans.com/2007/07/25/to-speak-or-not-to-speakthat-is-the-question/</link>
	<description>How to Maintain Sanity over Everyday Stupidity</description>
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		<title>By: Julianne</title>
		<link>http://counterfeithumans.com/2007/07/25/to-speak-or-not-to-speakthat-is-the-question/#comment-12</link>
		<author>Julianne</author>
		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Jul 2007 19:28:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I've met my share of stupers. One, in particular, stands out. My husband's uncle (his Mom has is the youngest of 12 so there is no way I can keep track of his name) met me at a family dinner, shook my hand, rubbed my belly and said, "When are you due?" 

As you have probably guessed, I wasn't pregnant.

I later found out that he is schizophrenic. Phew. Thank goodness. I didn't really look pregnant. He's just crazy.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ve met my share of stupers. One, in particular, stands out. My husband&#8217;s uncle (his Mom has is the youngest of 12 so there is no way I can keep track of his name) met me at a family dinner, shook my hand, rubbed my belly and said, &#8220;When are you due?&#8221; </p>
<p>As you have probably guessed, I wasn&#8217;t pregnant.</p>
<p>I later found out that he is schizophrenic. Phew. Thank goodness. I didn&#8217;t really look pregnant. He&#8217;s just crazy.</p>
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