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I think this is really fun. But I'm weird that way.

Play the eyeballing game.

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  1. So what was your score? I got 303, but I'm going to go try it again. Because I'm weird that way, too. ;)

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  2. Oops, I meant 3.03. I'm really not that inept!

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  3. Looove it! I called my husband down to challenge him immediately! Cause I am like that! I got 7.27, but am coming back later to get better!

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  4. Ooh - Melissa - that's a great score! I got 6.1 my first time and 5.1 my second. Now I've got to get it lower... can't have you beating me!

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  5. Ok, I've finally found something we *don't* have in common...heh-heh... eyeballing parallelelelelegrams.

    I cannot even *spell* that much less do I want to eyeball it...*ROFL* I looked at that page and had an immediate eighth-grade-math-class panic attack...it was awful...

    Thanks for stopping by my blog, it has been sort of a crazy beginning to the year and I have neglected my friends terribly. It was so nice to see your name in my email. :)

    Now I'm going to go catch up with you a little bit while I should be doing something else.

    Love you!

    ♥ Melissa~
    Pink Paper Peppermints

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  6. Okay, I should clarify that the 3.03 score was just playing once, before I noticed you're supposed to play three times for your average. I finished my first round of three with 4.85, then my second round I got 3.66.

    I was most proud of the fact that I beat my husband. I typically win any word-related games, but in everything else, he usually dominates!

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