tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15347688.post7430684037059767817..comments2023-12-19T03:38:23.085-05:00Comments on Note to self:: CheckoutTeaguehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09459066358653082806noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15347688.post-6686266383554253332007-08-12T09:31:00.000-04:002007-08-12T09:31:00.000-04:00Hrm, I think I remember the evening on which that ...Hrm, I think I remember the evening on which that happened, but don't remember that specifically, or the grocery store we went to. Anyway, yeah, that is pretty good.Teaguehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09459066358653082806noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15347688.post-19449048489135097592007-08-12T01:08:00.000-04:002007-08-12T01:08:00.000-04:00Remember that time we were in St. Paul one evening...Remember that time we were in St. Paul one evening with Andrew and Maria Davidsmeyer and we were at the grocery store behind a woman buying a Cosmo (the magazine), a can of Coke, and a box of oreos. And Andrew whispered to us, "Now that's her evening." <BR/><BR/>Remember that? That was pretty good. <BR/><BR/>AlexAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15347688.post-16906676911416186612007-08-11T18:06:00.000-04:002007-08-11T18:06:00.000-04:00Sounds like a sick kid ... or a totally rockin' pa...Sounds like a sick kid ... or a totally rockin' party!<BR/><BR/>Perhaps my weirdest check-line experience was being behind a guy about my age buying almost exactly what I was buying, having a conversation on his cell phone remarkably similar to one I had just had. Spooky.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com