Remember this? Yeah, me, too. Sigh.
Anyway, my point. I was on the phone with my Dad last night about my newest dilemma and the conversation drifted (as it often does when I talk to Dad. Tangent city!) back to my oh-so-lovely diploma when it came to me. It’s not so much that I could have Photoshopped a better-looking diploma (although I totally could. Seriously. Frickin’. Frackin’. Genius.) What I should have said (and did say to Dad last night) is that it looks like I bought it out of the back of Rolling Stone magazine… Am I right?
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