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2 comments:
The Sacajawea theory also applies in the kitchen... in the garage... in the closets... in the wood shop... etc.
I like it!
My great-great-great grandfather went across Kansas in a covered wagon. All that they owned and all that they needed went into the covered wagon.
Their covered wagon is the same size as my minivan! And I have trouble fitting the family for a camping trip into my minivan.
Sacajawea!
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