Tonight I learned: Not only is it a major ego stroke to get carded for cigarettes* at my advanced age, but it's also a HUGE mind fuck when the cashier at the Circle K doesn't quite believe your ID is your ID because you've lost 120 pounds or so since it was taken.
I think I need to make a trip to the MVD (DMV for non-Arizona folks)
*I am in the process of quitting. Forever.
I have not had a cig in 27 hours thanks to Target's version of Nicorette.
Sue me I caved!
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