I never told you this story, but when I was a three, I had to have physical therapy for a broken femur. Every single day we drove to PT, we went over a small, fairly insignificant overpass with had a shopping plaza below it. The address for the shopping plaza was just barely visible over the bridge. And it was 603. And every single day as we went over, I would excitedly blurt out the numbers to show my mom I recognized them. This turned into a game for us. And eventually, a tradition. Fast forward into my "more grown up" ages ... like ... high school. And, if you could be a fly in my truck, you would have without a doubt witnessed me driving over the overpass by myself and, sure enough, I'd just say it ... "six oh three." Shortly after high school is when I met Seth, Tommy, Leif, Troy, and Jonesy in Gainesville. Still, there was no connection. Their friends and families came to visit, we then bonded, they returned home, and still, nothing. It wasn't until th...

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Thanks for letting me know you tagged me :-) I actually JUST did this a few posts ago, so I'll probably have to skip this one. (yeah, it was the seven things) But let me know if you tag me again later :-) I'm always up for fun.
btw, I heard about that republican not recognizing Obama! Isn't that crazy funny? LOL I kept thinking, she must listen to Lex and Terry. LOL
http://jessicanelson7590.blogspot.com/2008/11/playing-tag.html
Or just keep hitting older posts until you find the playing tag one. :-)