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While waiting in the checkout line at Target to write what we thought was a good check since the money was promised by yesterday afternoon (they just called and said they’ll pay Doug for this month’s work on Tuesday), Amy got restless. She loudly announced to the cashier and everyone standing nearby, “You’ve got a peanut and I can see it through your pants.” I told Doug that I bet he wishes he had a blog to remember that moment in time.

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  1. Oh, yes, the dreaded “your peanut is showing” moment.

    My niece once walked up to a black neighbor, peered really close, and said “eeeew, MUD!”

    Too bad I didn’t have a blog then. She’s starting college soon…

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