So I'm checking out at Target, trying to buy some cough syrup for my poor, sick girl, when the girl behind the register asks me, "Can I have your birthdate?"
Knowing somehow this is part of the prevention of drug production, I gladly say, "Sure. 3-28-75."
Entering birthdate. Pause.
Girl suspiciously looks up at me and says, "I'm sorry it says your birthdate is invalid."
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Hi Krista...I wanted to tell you that I started my own blog. The sad thing is that I think you are the only blogger I know but I am going to try to get some of my friends to do it. My blog is busybeewillis.blogspot.com The page will look very familiar since they didn't have any other options I liked!
Katie
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