Last Friday Dan and I went to the grocery store. It was early in the afternoon, and I parked in the rear of the parking lot, right next to a shopping cart corral. Did I mention that it was early in the afternoon on a week day, and I parked in the rear of the parking lot? That’s relevant, because some random person insisted on pulling all the way up my ass (which, as we all know, could definitely benefit from a fat burner):
I know that the back of my car was over the line (I pulled forward into the spot, and by the way, I have horrible depth perception!), but again, MIDDLE OF A WEEK DAY, REAR OF THE PARKING LOT, thank you very much. Did you really have to get that close? You know, my husband and I would have liked to have been able to load our groceries into the hatch of my car. Instead, we have to cram them in the back seat with the kidlets. Grrrr.
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My name is Jenn, and I'm 27 years old. I'm happily married to my best friend and soulmate, Daniel. Together we have a six year old daughter named 
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