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I'm serious, Harold. No more second chances. Last year's Valentine's was
soooo lame that you definitely have to
make it up to me. That cruise around the world stunk like a Wolfgang Puck
"gourmet" avocado tofu pizza. I want to go to Ground Zero Harold, and you know darn well every other husband in Bel-Air has wined and dined their wife there. Pardon my French, but Ground

Zero is the hot spot now and I want to get there before its colder than the vault that is the home to our millions upon millions of dollars. Ooooh Harold, I want to rub shoulders with all the movers and shakers that frequent Ground Zero, making it the epicenter of sheek.
I don't think that I'm asking for much. It's not like I'm telling you to rent out the Ground Zero observation deck for a party catered by The Tavern on the Green like Muffy MacGuillacudy made her husband do. We would have been invited if you hadn't had made that scene at their New Year's party when you got drunk and hit on their son, but that's another story for another time. It would be a true crime against humanity if you turn the other cheek to my wishes. So please Harold, please take me to Ground Zero or I'll never forgive you for as long as my surgically enhanced breasts, nose, eyebrows, calves, fingers, eyes, chin, elbows, and tongue shall live.

I'm serious, Harold. No more second chances. I can't live like this anymore. Neither can the child-
ren. You have to find a steady job to pay the bills. I know things have been rough for you since you lost your job at the web firm, but you have to get back on your feet for your family's sake. I can't work two jobs anymore, especially with another baby just two and a half months away. I can't live in a home
with no water because the bill hasn't been paid. I can no longer strip myself of my dignity by having to go to my sister's house to make a simple phone call because our line has been disconnected. Our kids can't eat Burger King everyday because you

pawned off the refrigerator and the microwave to pay the rent. They can't study in a house without light either, so you better get your act together.
I'm sorry if I'm coming across too strongly babe. You know I love you but all this stress is unbearable. I don't want anything flashy for Valentine's Day, okay? I know you were furious when I sold the gold necklace you got me last Valentine's but you and I both know that the kids were in dire need of new school clothes. Don't even bother to buy a card or flowers, just do the right thing as a husband and father. So please Harold, please pay the electric bill or I'll never forgive you for as long as I shall live.