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Kids, at that point in my life, I'd been hurt quite a few times already.

Today, we're gonna braid friendship bracelets.

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I fell in love

There is a very simple explana ah!

This one time, I was playing tennis, and Ooh!

Oh, ow!

Ow!

Hey, Schmosby, remember when you dookied in your pants down by the lake?

Unbelievable!

Do you love me?

No.

But when I saw that text message, and found out Robin was engaged, it was like

Times a million.

I am happy for them.

Is all you'll let yourself say out loud, because if you said anything to the contrary, well, that would make you the most awful person on this rooftop.So, I'm gonna give you an out.

contrary ł”˝‘Î give someone an out “Ś‚°“š‚đ—^‚Ś‚é

And how are you gonna do that?

By saying something that is even more awful.

Like what?

Sometimes I wish I wasn't a mom.Sometimes I want to pack a bag and leave in the middle of the night and not come back.

Robin shouldn't be with Barney, she should be with me.You serious?

I don't know.I mean, I love being a mom, and I love Marvin so much.But but do you remember when I wanted to be an artist? Art was my whole life.And-and now it's been months since I've even picked up a brush.I-I spend the whole day taking care of kids at my job, and I come home and it's more of the same.It just It never lets up, it It's just really, really hard, Ted.

Have you talked to Marshall about how you feel?

Have you talked to Robin about how you feel?

Fair enough.

I just think we have to accept our lots in life, and I have to be a mom to a a beautiful, wonderful-if slightly constipated-little boy, and you have to let Robin and Barney get a band.

constipated •Ö”é

All right, let's see what's in this dipey.Nothing.Absolutely nothing.Hey.Are you finally giving Daddy a smile? Oh! Oh, God!

And, no, it wasn't confetti.

Oh! Oh, God! Please!

Holy confetti.

That night, Robin agreed to meet her dad one more time.

Your Dad has something to say.

I'm sorry for getting married without consulting you.It was wrong of me.

There.Now, Robin

I know that no mere apology will fix this.And that is why I've asked Carol for a divorce.

mere ‚É‚ˇ‚Ź‚Č‚˘

What?!

She's heartbroken, understandably.Possibly suicidal.

I did not tell him

But if that's the price for my daughter's love then I will gladly let Carol pay it.Was that not what you wanted?

You want to know what I want? A normal dad.That's all.I want you to give this blond guy permission to marry me.Come to the wedding, give me away, smile in the pictures, and then dance with me like a normal dad.Is that too much to ask?

Of course not.Oh, Robin, my darling girl, of course I'll do all stuff.I love you and I'm proud of you.

He didn't say that?

No.

Fine.One dance-Cheeseburger in Paradise. And Carol's going to sing it.Well, see you at the wedding.

But it's kind of amazing.I mean, he's never apologized to me in his life.Barney made it happen.He must really love me.

Well, he'd be crazy not to.I'm really happy for you guys.But I still think you should get a DJ.

For God's sakes, Ted.

Hear me out.

I made a pretty strong case that night, but in the end, she didn't want a DJ.She wanted a band.And guess what happened.

make a case ŽŠ•Ş‚ĚŒž‚˘•Ş‚đq‚ׂé

That's right, the band cancelled at the last minute, just like I said they would.The wedding is in a week, and no bands.When will people realize I always know what's what?

He says to the lesbian he dated for a month.

That's a fair point.Anyway, you guys wouldn't, uh, happen to know of any good wedding bands available at the last minute, would you?

Ted, do you believe in destiny?

You really don't know me, do you?

We just had brunch with my ex-roommate.

The bass player?

No, she's not just a bass player.She's a bass player in the best wedding band in the tri-state area.They had a gig lined up for this weekend, but it just fell through this morning.

fall through ’†Ž~‚É‚Č‚é

You, my friend, are gonna save that wedding.

Do you know any DJs?

Dude, come on.

Let it go, bro.Just let it go.

All right, all right, all right.Well, I guess, uh Guess it's a lucky thing I ran into you guys.

And, kids, lucky doesn't even begin to describe it.Because if Barney and Robin had taken my stupid advice and hired a DJ I never would have met your mother.

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