I was shopping at Trader Joes and a young twenty something store employee stopped me, "Mam", she said, (Mam?? is she really talking to me? mam??) "where did you get your cardigan?" (now that's more like it) "LOFT" I answer. And she stares blankly--"you know, Ann Taylor's LOFT?" Still blank. So I instruct her where to find a store, and move along. So I have found my niche-my choice of caridigan color-still cool, my choice of store to purchase it at--only cool to those of us "Mams".
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Amen! Did you know they actually have one of the highest suicide rates with that profession?
No kidding! After days and days in the dentist chair last summer.....and more than a few hours in the past month....you think ALOT! What a crappy profession! Great thinking time though for me! :)
Yeah, so be nice to your dentist! Their job sucks.
For some reason my son does!
People who want lots of money?
There are easier ways to make money.
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