I think I would be crabby, too, if someone had to manually remove my, um, well anyway.
I have worked with so many "AideOnes" over the years...I feel this pain. In fact, I just ran into one tonight at my daughter's school. She, too, got fat. Really fat. And she used to be super tiny and was known for making snide comments about our plus sized customers. Hm. Maybe there is a God?
Well, this went *way* over my head.But I'm glad that you really felt your vote counted! That's always a great feeling.
This was a great post. I think it makes us all take a second glance at our own home states...or province, in my case.
This was *so* far from boring!I loved this post and could read your life stories all day, Nena.
I had no idea they were the same species. That's really fascinating. Happy roasting!
Absolutely stunning.So glad you appreciate the beauty.
I think my photographic memory might have been undeveloped!That was my favourite.
Oooh...I wish I could with you to the Dollar Tree!I have been looking forward to your shopping post all day...but I can't believe you couldn't spend the money. However...it does mean that the excitement of spending it and shopping can be extended!
I have read, and admired, some of her work. I loved getting the history.Now blog about shopping.
I think I saw a preview for that one...Not my style.
Could you rent some favourite shows on DVD while you wait for the others to return from hiatus?
Phew! I was ready to have my a**hole ripped open again!
I pick enough things out of a**.Granny panties all the way for me, too.
I know SO many people who don't wear panties. I could never get my head around the chafing.My Aunt was once out with her granddaughter at the beach and remarked to her GG, "I forgot to bring my thongs" meaning her flip flops. Her granddaughter nearly passed out at the shock, thinking that her 280 pound grandmother was going to sport a thong.
Oh, I hate a cliffhanger! I'm too nosey.
What a terrific way to organize a thrift shop...by decade!I have been known to buy things in thrift stores that don't fit because I just can't bear to have anyone else have them.
I have worked with so many "AideOnes" over the years...I feel this pain. In fact, I just ran into one tonight at my daughter's school. She, too, got fat. Really fat. And she used to be super tiny and was known for making snide comments about our plus sized customers. Hm. Maybe there is a God?