8.
The kind who talk endlessly about their husbands, whether it fits into the conversation or not.
“George and I, blah blah blah…Me and George, yaddada yaddada…Yours truly and the old ball and chain, namely George…Moi and my man, a.k.a. George…” and on and on, until you want to scream, “All right already, I get it. You nabbed a hubby!” Instead you calmly say, “So where is George anyway?” “Oh, him?” they wanly reply. “He’s been away. We haven’t seen each other for eight months.”
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