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&lt;p&gt;I LOVE this blog entry...one time, my mom and I climbed into the wrong car at the super market...same crazy feeling...I bet everyone got a good laugh over this one...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;img src="http://shannonpopkin.com/aggbug.aspx?PostID=1849" width="1" height="1"&gt;</description></item><item><title>re: The Dinner Drop</title><link>http://shannonpopkin.com/blogs/shannonsblog/archive/2009/09/11/the-dinner-drop.aspx#1677</link><pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2009 20:35:02 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f7b6ea2f-23b6-4976-89b8-6c6d551893d1:1677</guid><dc:creator>Shannon</dc:creator><description>&lt;p&gt;Glad you guys are enjoying one of my favorite stories from the Berry (my maiden name) Chronicles. &amp;nbsp;Farmer&amp;#39;s Wife, keep in mind it was my MOM who had the presence of mind to grab the food. &amp;nbsp;Yours truly was slouching in the car below window level. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://shannonpopkin.com/aggbug.aspx?PostID=1677" width="1" height="1"&gt;</description></item><item><title>re: The Dinner Drop</title><link>http://shannonpopkin.com/blogs/shannonsblog/archive/2009/09/11/the-dinner-drop.aspx#1675</link><pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2009 17:49:28 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f7b6ea2f-23b6-4976-89b8-6c6d551893d1:1675</guid><dc:creator>The Farmer's Wife</dc:creator><description>&lt;p&gt;You're killing me!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tricky, that discernment stuff. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Perhaps the dog is in the wrong house, and those who live there don't know he's running help, love and casseroles off, because they are in the basement of their life. &amp;nbsp;I'm still chuckling that you all had the sense to grab the food out of the freezer and leave! I'd have probably left the food, THEN been too embarrassed to go back and retrieve it....&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;img src="http://shannonpopkin.com/aggbug.aspx?PostID=1675" width="1" height="1"&gt;</description></item><item><title>re: The Dinner Drop</title><link>http://shannonpopkin.com/blogs/shannonsblog/archive/2009/09/11/the-dinner-drop.aspx#1634</link><pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2009 14:47:27 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f7b6ea2f-23b6-4976-89b8-6c6d551893d1:1634</guid><dc:creator>Beth Boal</dc:creator><description>&lt;p&gt;LOL... awesome story, and great analogy. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/p&gt;
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