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My Family's Collective Brain Fart.
We're sitting around the dinner table, talking about some stuff...
My dad, my brother, and I are discussing road tripping to Mesa to catch a Cubs spring training game.
Justin says he's looked up all the game dates, and there's only one he can make.
He's pretty sure it's February 30th.
So we talk about this for a while, blah, blah, okay, we'll go February 30th!
A few minutes go by after we've settled this.
Suddenly, I blink.
"Wait a sec.... Feburary. Thirtieth?"
Cue collective family forehead-slap.
My dad, my brother, and I are discussing road tripping to Mesa to catch a Cubs spring training game.
Justin says he's looked up all the game dates, and there's only one he can make.
He's pretty sure it's February 30th.
So we talk about this for a while, blah, blah, okay, we'll go February 30th!
A few minutes go by after we've settled this.
Suddenly, I blink.
"Wait a sec.... Feburary. Thirtieth?"
Cue collective family forehead-slap.
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