199. When you cannot, for the life of you, find the start of the toilet paper roll
200. Why old people read personalized license plates, street signs and business marquees out loud as if they've never seen letters joined together to make words
201. Baseball caps worn too snug
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Oh yeah, the cranium muffin top is sooo not attractive.
There's a start to the toilet paper?
Crap. I must be old because I read signs and license plates out loud. But wait - does it count if you're alone in the car at the time? Or, does that just make it worse?
I'm pretty sure my mom thinks it's her job to keep up a running commentary of said items when we are driving. She also has an incessant desire to talk about weather.
Here's what I don't understand today: Turkey giblets.
I stumbled onto your blog, this is my first time here. I love it.
For some reason the collective niceness of these comments acted as a kind of propeller for me today. Thanks a bunch ya big dears.
Or the start of the tape...
Just got back from New Hampshire, land of the vanity license plate. Best one - HAPYMOM. Can that really be true?
NO. It cannot. Besides, how will her children know how to spell? They won't. And will she be a Hapy Mom then? I don't think so.
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