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I just checked my blog profile and discovered that I am an accountant living in Afghanistan. News to me! So for all of you who were wondering about that, I'm still in Smallville, and I'm still really bad with numbers. I am not, never have been and do not aspire to be an accountant. Go check your profiles. Maybe you'll discover you're a dog trainer in Mozambique.

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Faith said…
Oh my goodness, I just discovered I'm living in Afghanistan, too! Wonder how that happened ... lol! (I don't think I'm an accountant but I'll double-check!)
September 16, 2007 at 12:50 AM
Jennifer@DoingTheNextThing said…
That's funny! I'll have to go check mine.
September 16, 2007 at 2:34 PM
Etta said…
I am also an accountant in an Afghanistan. We should open our own firm together! Hee,hee.
September 16, 2007 at 4:06 PM
Xandra@Heart-of-Service said…
Whew! I'm still living in Texas...what a relief!
September 16, 2007 at 6:45 PM
God's girl said…
that is too funny! I am going to ck mine too!
Blessings,
Ang
September 16, 2007 at 7:11 PM
Christin said…
Gotta love the world of computers. That is so crazy!!

Thankfully, my profile hasn't had an identity crisis. yet. :)
September 16, 2007 at 9:34 PM
Sarah Markley said…
Thankfully, I am still in smoggy, somewhat-stuck-up, luxury-centric, appearance-focused, spend-more-than-you-make Orange County. Yes, thankfully - its home and our families are here! We just have to get thru life without getting the tunnel vision that is rampant here! Maybe I should become an accountant in Afghanistan.
September 16, 2007 at 10:32 PM
Kate said…
Sarah,

I love this. I think you've got a post in there somewhere.

Kate
September 16, 2007 at 11:58 PM
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