tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post8487153063623153220..comments2024-03-29T09:11:09.608-05:00Comments on Unbagging the Cats: Thevictorian's FifthValhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13025832536749983018noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-50163182087898879172017-03-30T18:15:52.180-05:002017-03-30T18:15:52.180-05:00Those would be tough rules to enforce!
I think I&...Those would be tough rules to enforce!<br /><br />I think I'll give that tattling technique a try. What can it hurt? Sometimes it seems harmless enough, but other times it feels like a negative energy on the prowl.Valhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13025832536749983018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-91466638035706626982017-03-30T17:27:18.283-05:002017-03-30T17:27:18.283-05:00Busybody ..... just today someone on Facebook post...Busybody ..... just today someone on Facebook posted a set of rules they found in a campground that forbade being a busybody AND gossip. Guess I wouldn't be able to stay. Those footsteps would creep me out if I was alone in the house. Next time tell them you are going to tell your mom on them if they won't go away!Kathy's Klotheslinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17881966393157941515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-67117094716709287662017-03-28T14:08:42.731-05:002017-03-28T14:08:42.731-05:00Well, she always was a talker. And a bit of a busy...Well, she always was a talker. And a bit of a busybody!Valhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13025832536749983018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-66886971682090130092017-03-28T13:30:07.060-05:002017-03-28T13:30:07.060-05:00Your mom is very chatty for someone who's pass...Your mom is very chatty for someone who's passed away!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-69514431703774355022017-03-28T12:30:06.970-05:002017-03-28T12:30:06.970-05:00The footsteps usually give me a different kind of ...The footsteps usually give me a different kind of vibe. They happened even in my mom's house as I was growing up. When that battery-operated candle lit up, and when the kitchen lights flicker...that's when I get the Mom vibe.<br /><br />It will take me a little while to whip this story into shape, but I might just take you up on that offer. Thank you for allowing me to use your extra eyes previously. You are always a big help. Even Steven will be racking up the tally marks beside your name in his ledger!Valhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13025832536749983018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-51019701352465871372017-03-28T08:49:27.836-05:002017-03-28T08:49:27.836-05:00I'm inclined to believe maybe it's your ma...I'm inclined to believe maybe it's your mama visiting in the wee hours and it's her footsteps you are hearing. If you need an extra pair of eyes to look over your story, I'd be glad to.Linda O'Connellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15982895073903619018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-85552251693974059122017-03-28T00:38:45.699-05:002017-03-28T00:38:45.699-05:00It most definitely is a curious spate of "coi...It most definitely is a curious spate of "coincidences." This one shook me up. I had to compose myself before going in Walmart. You know. So I wouldn't look like a weirdo...oh wait! I was going in WALMART!<br /><br />Chicken Soup didn't cotton to the ladybug stories. But I'll give this one a try.Valhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13025832536749983018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-24157666425407972282017-03-27T22:13:49.074-05:002017-03-27T22:13:49.074-05:00Val--I'm tellin' you--This is a Chicken So...Val--I'm tellin' you--This is a Chicken Soup story. Seriously.Sioux Roslawskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17924021828536277618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-55040022638994268362017-03-27T21:11:43.112-05:002017-03-27T21:11:43.112-05:00I guess somebody is slippin' in the song-sched...I guess somebody is slippin' in the song-scheduling department of Sirius XM. No 11:11 for me today.<br /><br />I heard it at 10:47. I saw it on my phone as I was trying to text, and wrote it down on my Walmart list.Valhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13025832536749983018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-62016777024906336532017-03-27T21:09:45.768-05:002017-03-27T21:09:45.768-05:00She's so CONVENIENT! On the way to Walmart, an...She's so CONVENIENT! On the way to Walmart, and right by the side of the cemetery lane.Valhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13025832536749983018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-46490102234036800622017-03-27T20:25:04.733-05:002017-03-27T20:25:04.733-05:00You left at 10:30, had to take the long way and we...You left at 10:30, had to take the long way and went to the cemetery and you heard that song. Let me guess, about what time was it that you heard the song...11 something?joehhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08520161706680568508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-73665988347401999332017-03-27T20:12:04.944-05:002017-03-27T20:12:04.944-05:00I love that you regularly stop by to talk with you...I love that you regularly stop by to talk with your mom.stephen Hayeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17659054447637207734noreply@blogger.com