found a scrap of paper that just said "Surf shark," underlined twice. I had zero memory writing it. Turns out it's a VPN — apparently Past Me was gearing up for a cybersecurity career. Present Me can't even log into her Patient Portal.
Turns out getting your prescription approved is easier if you first fail three cheaper medications, one form of interpretive dance, and possibly a small archaeological dig. Click through for the full ordeal.
Hubby is convinced my blog has the reach of CNN — and honestly, his gas station receipts from 1991 might be more newsworthy. Click through before he finds out I posted this too.
Every neighborhood has THAT guy with the fireworks stash — garage exploding with pyrotechnics, starting his "grand finale" at 3pm, yelling "Did you see that one?" while all anyone sees is smoke. 🎆 Ellen's hilarious take on America's favorite holiday for handing explosives to people whose biggest engineering feat is assembling a charcoal grill.
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