It's Thursday night. I've been slurpin' the vino. Getting all misty about how quickly time is passing.
So I decided to play the blog game of "Where was I on September 8th of 2010, 2009 and 2008?"
Here's what I found out:
On this day in 2010, I let my male coworker cry on my shoulder and designed a college course. In 2009, I was worrying that Junior could see dead people. In 2008, I shared my lack of knowledge about foreign dogs (Earth shattering, I know).
It hit me: Without this blog I'd have no recollection of where I've been for the last three years.
I'm going to need a moment to ponder whether or not that's a good thing.
Oops, I spent that moment guzzling.
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