I'm just going to go ahead and call you out, oh you 1980's girls who based their entire futures on a game of M.A.S.H. Or... played until you got the outcome your heart so desired.
I was cleaning and purging this week, and found a whole stack of old journals. I sat for a good two hours reading, laughing, wincing at my young dramatic inner dialogue. Then I tossed them out. Let the garbage man, or freak who may go through our recycling bin, have a good ol' laugh at my expense. I found a little gem among the dribble... this long lost game of M.A.S.H. that really isn't that old at all. The above games are from a plane ride with my friend Kellie on our way to Hawaii, circa June 2000. I'll save you the trouble of doing the math: we were way too old to play this game. We'll just blame it on the boredom of the flight m'kay?
I would like to point out that for both of us... our M.A.S.H. fortunes came true, almost perfectly. Funny thing? I pretty much had just met Gary, but already had our entire futures planned out. Thanks M.A.S.H!