tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24442373.post114461842733826127..comments2024-02-29T00:37:31.718-07:00Comments on Me, CherkyB: Sunday. Day of Rest.CherkyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11541573745834007922noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24442373.post-1144737480931768882006-04-11T00:38:00.000-06:002006-04-11T00:38:00.000-06:00Well well well. I am speechless.Well well well. I am speechless.CherkyBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11541573745834007922noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24442373.post-1144734266567366872006-04-10T23:44:00.000-06:002006-04-10T23:44:00.000-06:00Max went down the slide a bunch of times!Max went down the slide a bunch of times!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24442373.post-1144727508215790992006-04-10T21:51:00.000-06:002006-04-10T21:51:00.000-06:00Because the one room had no floor to speak of, and...Because the one room had no floor to speak of, and Daniel is a baby. Can't have a baby over in that huge a mess. Also, you bitch that I don't cook. If I had a space in the kitchen, maybe I could cook you something that you like instead of cooking what the rest of us like. And if you didn't spend 3 hours a day tallying up the $.30 you made on your ads (never mind the time spent writing about and providing your readers with a photo essay about the time you don't have), you might have time to unpack your saw. Duh.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24442373.post-1144639776397611302006-04-09T21:29:00.000-06:002006-04-09T21:29:00.000-06:00Hmmmm...I'm just quoting The Mrs. Your quarrel is...Hmmmm...I'm just quoting The Mrs. Your quarrel is with her.CherkyBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11541573745834007922noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24442373.post-1144620424207456572006-04-09T16:07:00.000-06:002006-04-09T16:07:00.000-06:00That's not true about Maxie C. When Aunt D. was v...That's not true about Maxie C. When Aunt D. was visiting last summer, we did succeed in putting the helmet on Max and he did ride in the bike trailer. He did, however, howl the whole time in fear and we did end up back home in about two minutes!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com