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Emissions inspections.
I was originally going to just point to this amusing story bit in 
Heather's journal today, but I decided that I'd want it here in my own when I have it published later.
So, here it is: (my pardon to those of you on both mine and Heather's friends' lists, and also, yes - I did get permission to reproduce this text here)
And *I* say, "Ba-dump-bump-ching! :-D
Heather's journal today, but I decided that I'd want it here in my own when I have it published later.So, here it is: (my pardon to those of you on both mine and Heather's friends' lists, and also, yes - I did get permission to reproduce this text here)
The Conversation of the Day
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We were getting out of the car at Target:
Jack: (points at side of car) Heather, is that where you put gas in?
Me: Yes, Jack, that is.
Jack: You put gas in your car?
A.J.: (in his know-it-all, six-year-old voice) Jack, everyone has a gashole.
And *I* say, "Ba-dump-bump-ching! :-D
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