Take a little interwebz adventure and go visit my guest post at Smart Girls, Stupid Things. I wrote about how, when you live in a place long enough, all of the little details that people who don’t live there get wrong irritate the crap out of you. In fact, I’m so neurotic about it, I screenshotted a scene from sitcom Happy Endings just to illustrate my point.
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Related Post: My very first post on this blog, back when all I had to say was “Go read my stuff at Smart Girls“