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		<title>New Year&#8217;s Dinner</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Jan 2009 14:30:08 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debbie Lee</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Christmas Jokes]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[FOOTBALL GAME]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[New YEARS]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[As in many homes on New Year&#8217;s Day, my wife and I faced the annual conflict of which was more important &#8211; the football games on television, or the dinner itself. To keep peace, I ate dinner with the rest of the family, and even lingered for some pleasant after-dinner conversation before retiring to the [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>As in many homes on New Year&#8217;s Day, my wife and I faced the annual conflict of which was more important &#8211; the football games on television, or the dinner itself. To keep peace, I ate dinner with the rest of the family, and even lingered for some pleasant after-dinner conversation before retiring to the family room to turn on the game.</p>
<p>Several minutes later, my wife came downstairs and graciously even bought a cold drink for me. She smiled, kissed me on the cheek and asked what the score was. I told her it was the end of the third quarter and that the score was still nothing to nothing.</p>
<p>&#8220;See?&#8221; she said, continuing to smile, &#8220;You didn&#8217;t miss a thing.&#8221;</p>
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