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Generally, I'm a pretty healthy person. At least, i am when i cook for myself.
I went to Publix yesterday, and picked out my weekly groceries. As i was in line, and glancing happily at the conveyer belt at the grocery store, pondering all the wonderful things i shall make with these [healthy] goodies, this old lady with a raspy voice ahead of me was talking to the bag girl. The girl left and brought back three packages of cigarettes, while in her cart was just beer. This lady had to be at least 75. It seemed quite strange comparing our carts, and thinking about our day to day lives as we use these groceries.
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Hey! Cute site! Glad you found my blog--now we can be blog buddies...or something like that. How have you been lately? It was nice seeing you at the mac store (aka heaven) the other day.
We're finishing up our move this weekend so i'll let you know how it goes! We should get together, considering we'll both be living in the same area.
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