Steph and I went to Michaels Craft Store Sunday afternoon to buy t-shirt constructing supplies and stuff. Anyways after picking out everything we wanted we proceeded to go to the checkout. I put all my stuff up on the counter and the cashier asked for my zip code. I immediately blurted out 315 and then stopped and started to dig through my bag to grab my wallet. The cashier just stared at me and I awkwardly stared back at her and realized that my area code is definitely not my zip code. So instead of admitting that I might have given her the wrong number I proceeded to blurt out 12. The cashier looked rather confused and typed it in...I could barely hold my composure long enough to make it out of the store. By the time Steph and I made it out of the store we were both dying...I think it had something to do with the lack of sleep from the night before though...
In case anyone was wondering my factious zip code is from Ambrose, GA. The population of Ambrose, GA in 2000 according to the census was 320 people. Heck, thats smaller than the population at my school....I'm glad I've had a chance to get out of GA for a while :)
Hi - I've come here via Dave's Magical Brain.....apologies for commenting on this post, but I just wanted to say hello!
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(I ramble about all sorts of things on my blog, and have done for years, but at some point MS arrived and I started talking about that too
my blog is here
the specifics of my MS are here
apologies for gratuitous links, but wanted to introduce myself as I poke around here. Hopefully I'll add a more useful comment or two about something you've actually written as I go along!) Quick summary: I inject avonex weekly and I'm off to see a neuropsychologist today, and I have no idea what's going to happen. Anyways, the important thing is that we're not alone with this thing, right?
I just discovered your blog and really like it. I just started a MS blog too. Check it out if you are interested - jodibeansblog.blogspot.com
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