This morning I wanted to see if a certain store was near my old home in Ohio.
I typed in the first zip code that came to mind and realized that I’d typed in the home I lived in when I had J.
6 years ago.
I’m not a “numbers person” during the best of times so I have to work at remembering my new address every year…but…that is kind of ridiculous.
If there is a club, and I think there should be, I wanna be the president.