tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post265551776155610321..comments2023-10-17T07:37:34.297-04:00Comments on motherbumper: I'm about to annoy you....motherbumperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16053978199395919666noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-11517841221917250072007-11-16T17:17:00.000-05:002007-11-16T17:17:00.000-05:00I love squirrels, too. They are adorable. I talk t...I love squirrels, too. They are adorable. I talk to them and they come over and I always feel bad I don't have anything to actually give them, but then I stop and think about whether I want to be the crazy squirrel lady carrying around peanuts for them. Jury's still out. must learn to shut up when commenting and not make myself look loonier than usual.kittenpiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-84597584640182369152007-11-16T16:11:00.000-05:002007-11-16T16:11:00.000-05:00Yum, squirrel. The other white meat.Yum, squirrel. The other white meat.OhTheJoyshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05031731198115388411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-63033782874434959892007-11-16T14:01:00.000-05:002007-11-16T14:01:00.000-05:00Suddenly I'm hungry for something more satisfying ...Suddenly I'm hungry for something more satisfying that Pb&J<BR/><BR/>Squirrels? Really? Do you like nuts too?Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04455637064686856773noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-62196156589461600852007-11-16T09:09:00.000-05:002007-11-16T09:09:00.000-05:00I can't stand filing my nails. I can't even stand ...I can't stand filing my nails. I can't even stand someone ELSE filing their nails in my presence. The nail salon is a very scary place.Kylahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03311014761113076785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-12022083470394495052007-11-16T07:36:00.000-05:002007-11-16T07:36:00.000-05:00Ah... seven more reasons to love ya. What ever sha...Ah... seven more reasons to love ya. What ever shade of polish that I choose, I always wish that I would have gone with another.ms bluehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06997925420763913039noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-70719587526719633832007-11-16T06:09:00.000-05:002007-11-16T06:09:00.000-05:00an't have missing puzzle pieces - won't sleep.an't have missing puzzle pieces - won't sleep.Run ANChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06088821030860597465noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-50987816700674563982007-11-16T00:04:00.000-05:002007-11-16T00:04:00.000-05:00Tagged you over at my place!Tagged you over at my place!Gabriellahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08197466577705694153noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-43526989224065762812007-11-15T21:28:00.000-05:002007-11-15T21:28:00.000-05:00Oh. My. God.#5. Yup... this is me.Anal? Yes. But I...Oh. My. God.<BR/><BR/>#5. Yup... this is me.<BR/><BR/>Anal? Yes. But I check to ensure that none of Peanut's blocks have gone missing, that I've found all of the shape sorter pieces, and that all the Little People (yes, we do have a few of those, scary as they might be right now. Chalk it up to an enthusiastic uncle) are back with their original set. I've been known to wander around the house trying to find that "damn green square - it was just here!"<BR/><BR/>Bet we'd be real fun together at playtime, eh?b*babblerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17494191160073990465noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-57483943215617811532007-11-15T21:18:00.000-05:002007-11-15T21:18:00.000-05:00You count the Potato Head pieces?That one threw me...You count the Potato Head pieces?<BR/><BR/>That one threw me for a loop.<BR/><BR/>(Okay, how many does she have? I need to cross-check our Potato Head set.)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-48104321531167160782007-11-15T21:17:00.000-05:002007-11-15T21:17:00.000-05:00#5: I don't think my son's preschool takes that gr...#5: I don't think my son's preschool takes that great of care of their toys. Maybe you can get a job there?Chrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05810156368520745972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-24204411868207880382007-11-15T19:56:00.000-05:002007-11-15T19:56:00.000-05:00I am OCD about the kids' toys, too. They all have ...I am OCD about the kids' toys, too. They all have their own spot. I hate it when Dave puts them away wrong...and like, my god, I should just be thankful he's fucking TRYING, but if it's wrong, it's wrong. Right?mamatuliphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02692442843330582571noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-19736718373724250802007-11-15T16:46:00.000-05:002007-11-15T16:46:00.000-05:00#4 - my mother has a leopard skin coat, with beave...#4 - my mother has a leopard skin coat, with beaver collar and cuffs. maybe we should have a party.<BR/><BR/>#7 - i need new jeans...what'd you get???Magpiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15460136246441367993noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-10018179211616136872007-11-15T15:17:00.000-05:002007-11-15T15:17:00.000-05:00Your squirrel picture makes me hate them just a li...Your squirrel picture makes me hate them just a little less. Yes, that's right, I said hate. We have had too many living in our attic and walls over the years. You know what? Squirrel pee soaked into the insulation in your attic smells really, really, really bad in the heat of the summer.Janethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00567374243896229606noreply@blogger.com