The blog game of "Where was I last year at this time?" It tickles me to no end. And I don't even need machine guns to play it.
So where was I last March 16? Losing cars and vomiting dots.
My aunt has continued her dot streak. Look what she did for Junior's belated Christmas gift:
The crazy thing is, it looks like she was a year ahead of the trend:
The more I see of the dots, the more the look has started to grow on me.
Heck, I even read an article detailing the history of the dots. And now I've gone and written a post about dots.
Avoiding work? Who, me?
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