Just a few minutes here before I run to church. I have to write something about how it feels to receive my personal invitation to join AARP in the same mail batch as a birthday card from Rocky, Buttercup's salesman, on whom I have a teenage crush. I'm so confused. (btw, the card "from Rocky" is just an automatic send from the dealership. I'm not kidding myself that he actually knows it was sent. A girl can dream, though, can't she?) Talk about a hormone hit.
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