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I'm driving today. For however long it takes to get from Columbus to Atlanta. A long time. Syd'z is keeping me on the straight and narrow, and iPod is riding shotgun. Okay, I'll let Cathi ride shotgun, as long as she lets iPod sit on her lap.

You're invited to road trip with us, too. If you want.

I figured it's an upside down kind of day. (Remember how that works? I comment. You write the post.)

Your comments will come through to my phone, so I'm hoping you'll keep us all-chuckles all the way to the ATL.

So tell me something that would make me say:

That's what she said!

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It's the weekend. And I'm feelin' a little lazy. So, I'm putting you in charge of my blog. Who?

You.

I'm gonna write a comment, and you're gonna write something that would've gotten that response outta me.

Got it?

Good.

Tell me something that would make me say---

"So glad you shared. I just threw up in my mouth a little bit."

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It's your turn to write for the Grit. WHA?!

Seriously.

I'm gonna leave a comment and you write something that would've gotten that response outta me.

You can say as much or as little as you want. It's entirely up to you.

Just give me something that would make me say---

"I just scooped my jaw off the floor---I can't believe you said that!"