A week before my 35th birthday, I walked into the wine and spirits shop last night for an indulgent bottle of wine (the highlight of my weekend, I expect). In one short sentence, the clerk raised my spirits and provided me with the highlight of not only my Thursday, but perhaps my whole week when he said, “Can I see your I.D.?”
Blessed Little Things 
Even though I have been reading your blog for a while and figured you were in your 30s, I would have never guessed you were over 35!!
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Isn’t that the most awesome feeling? I remember how when I was younger, and I’d get carded every.freakin’.time., I didn’t get mad, I just said, “Well, I know I’ll be thankful when I’m older.” I still get carded from time to time, and it makes my day!
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OMG. … doesn’t that just put you on cloud 9?! It’s been quite awhile since anyone has asked for mine … sigh.
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Fantastic. Really have fun with it next time and act really nervous, as if the ID is fake….
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God bless sales clerks at the wine store!
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Ah yes… that makes you feel so good! Happy birthday.
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شركة تنظيف بالرياض
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شركة مكافحة حشرات بالاحساء
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شركات تنظيف بالاحساء
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