Tintiddle. (That's when you think of the right thing to say... after the fact.)
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It looks like Mr. Backwards Feet here, has the capability to do some serious back-tracking. A few days ago, I told the story where my son cheered in our car saying, "We're number two!..." Today I remembered that in the foggy preparation for writing that post, I wanted to give it the title: Craver, the Penultimate. I must have been seriously preoccupied, because good driver is such a lame title!.
Then I wrote the post which immediately precedes this one (perspective). I think I said what I wanted to say, but I'm not sure that's how I wanted to say it. Where's the impact? It's so ho-hum. Maybe I need more sleep or something.
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