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18th Day

18th Day.  Something you don't know about me.  Not an easy thing to come up with.  I thought for a while and thought some more and some more.  I came up with a couple of things and even this one is a bit lame, but hey, I'm guessing most of you don't know this about me...besides possibly my sisters...not even sure my mom knows this! :)
I. Am. A. Chapstick. Snob. 
It's true.  Sadly.
I only use Chapstick Spearmint.  It's simply the best!!!  I love the minty smell and feel when you use it.  
I have to stock up in the States when I am there, since they don't sell it here.  Pretty pathetic. :)

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