Life is like a 5th grade slumber party: a mix of love, friendship, gossip, food, laughs, heartache, and cute pajamas.
Mmmmm, I always thought the real culprit was 99* (in case it matters to you) and that 66* was a safe cover up. I have a credit card with one of these nasty numbers as its three digit, back side identifier. It gives me a kick to report this to those who ask.
How exactly would we receive it, I wonder? Although sounds like Peter already has it! It must be fun giving that as your security number.
And do you know how many 666 addresses there are in NYC? Skyscrapers with huge neon or metal numbers proclaim "666" all over the place. Well I guess we really are Sodom and Gomorrah. PtO - I hope when you have to give the security number over the phone, you say it like a man possessed!
I sound like that anyway ;-)
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