When I was in my early 20s I ended up two hours out of my way. I still don’t know how it happened but I was quite the directionless nitwit in my early 20s. Next thing I knew I was in Atlantic City. Luckily, once in Atlantic City I knew how to get home because thanks to my dad’s best friend’s gambling addiction, we would go see him and go have dinner with him at restaurants in AC so I knew what road to take back. I never lived this down with my family - it became one of those stories we laugh about. and the next Christmas, my parents bought me a GPS device.
My sister was "blessed" with double DD. After breastfeeding, I unfortunately got to see two gym socks with sand in the toe hanging from her chest. Makes those spaniel ears sound cute.
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