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Type A Wife, Type B Husband: Airport Edition

"Why did we leave 45 minutes late, you ask? Why didn't he start all of these things earlier in the morning, knowing full well that 11:00 a.m. was the absolute latest cut-off time to catch his flight?

The answer: He's Type B. And he's cool with it." This is a back-handed love letter to my dear husband.

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