"I'm shocked, *shocked* to find that blogging is going on here. . ."

My wife's LITTLE SISTER has a blog too, and has had one for a year. She's an undergrad at UGA, so she's not THAT young. I never claimed to be hip or cool, but goodness, I feel old.

Oh, this week she won tickets to an REM concert playing the ultimate schoolyard game: Four Square. If this sounds bizarre, that's because it is. I'm so jealous.

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