This past Saturday, Jimmy came home with a gift for me from a garage sale. It's a Snoopy watch, complete with a bright blue watch band. He said he saw it, and just knew I would love it. But here's the creepy thing - I actually owned this watch in middle school. The exact same watch face and band. I loved that watch, and could probably count the number of times I actually took it off. I don't even remember where it came from, but as soon as I saw him holding the watch I had to contain myself. For just a second, I was transported back to the late 1980's when my socks had to match my reversible sweatshirt and I was fighting off the advances of John Tiley (I would later lose that fight).
If I didn't know any better, I'd swear that man can read my mind.
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