I was at the grocery store with my Mom this afternoon. She was looking at packages of freshly baked muffins in packages of four. She was fussing because they didn't have any packages with assorted flavors. Mom looked at me and asked, "Where are the loose muffins?"
I paused. It was just too easy. I replied, "Why would you want slutty muffins?"
Mom rolled her eyes, muttered something about how I was turning into my father, and walked off with a package of muffins.
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Hi Coffeypot,
It's nice to meet you too! You are actually how I met Hope. I read your post about the 1140th MP Company that linked to Hope Radio. I can't remember how I stumbled onto your blog, but I'm certainly glad I did...your posts always make me laugh.
Hope has been an invaluable resource when it comes to learning the ropes of milsupport. Plus, she's fluent in smartass. We're so much alike we fear we may be related somehow. She's a stud - I'm lucky to count her as a friend.
Thanks for stopping by. I've added a follower gadget so you should be all set.
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