... or rather- I was radioactive for a while in May. Part of the dreaded 'stress-test' to check out my poor love-lorn, broken heart. Can't call it radioactive dye anymore because people are more afraid of dye than radiation these days. I confess that I tricked out the card in Photoshop some- ok- a lot!
All I could think about was how cool it would be to have a card like this back in grade school. Talk about scaring the girls!
Oh yes- the reason for the card. If I was going to take the tour of the White House- or be around some other place with sensitive radiation detecting devices; this card would keep me from being packed off to Guantanamo for water-boarding.
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