tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post8891556362098044103..comments2024-03-28T22:42:50.909-05:00Comments on Unbagging the Cats: As Mom Would Have Said, "I Really Got a Kick Out of That!"Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13025832536749983018noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-39328325805901382552017-02-09T21:42:25.414-06:002017-02-09T21:42:25.414-06:00Oh. That makes perfect sense. Though it was right ...Oh. That makes perfect sense. Though it was right AFTER elevenish, I definitely had the 11:11 prompt just before, while at the bank.Valhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13025832536749983018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-25451688176688133842017-02-09T21:26:42.951-06:002017-02-09T21:26:42.951-06:00Actually that was supposed to be What time was it....Actually that was supposed to be What time was it...elevenish?joehhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08520161706680568508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-24838841487858675402017-02-09T21:07:55.965-06:002017-02-09T21:07:55.965-06:00If talking can be done from beyond, I'm pretty...If talking can be done from beyond, I'm pretty sure my mom has already talked her neighbors to...um...death!<br /><br />Sometimes, on our 6:00 a.m. phone calls before I went to work, I got mom laughing so much she couldn't talk. Then she'd call me later in the evening to tell me she laughed out loud all day over our silliness.<br /><br />I think the most prolonged fit was over my driver's license photo. And Mom wasn't laughing WITH me, she was laughing AT me! She was sitting in the passenger seat of T-Hoe while The Pony and I were giving her the used tabloids and some leftovers. I never should have showed her that picture. Just the mention of it could send her into spasms.Valhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13025832536749983018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-49522759777814816832017-02-09T20:29:54.943-06:002017-02-09T20:29:54.943-06:00Maybe it was meant to be, maybe your mom arranged ...Maybe it was meant to be, maybe your mom arranged it, knowing her neighbor was lonely ..... or maybe she just needed a good laugh!Kathy's Klotheslinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17881966393157941515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-58108543561675378592017-02-09T16:20:54.233-06:002017-02-09T16:20:54.233-06:00I refuse to take responsibility! You KNOW that vis...I refuse to take responsibility! You KNOW that visitor would have entered your lair whether my post was involved or not.Valhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13025832536749983018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-47460170054147322742017-02-09T16:19:59.198-06:002017-02-09T16:19:59.198-06:00It was embarrassing. Thank goodness there were no ...It was embarrassing. Thank goodness there were no witnesses. Or at least witnesses who won't tell.Valhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13025832536749983018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-76046169567734386252017-02-09T16:19:06.380-06:002017-02-09T16:19:06.380-06:00It's a better excuse than being drunk on a dir...It's a better excuse than being drunk on a dirty-water cocktail. <br /><br />I'm thinking you meant what tire. It was the right rear passenger tire, which had a slipped belt. So T-Hoe needed two rear tires. Hick swears they were the original tires, but since T-Hoe is a 2008 model, I think not. If so, those two tires have 103,399 miles on them.Valhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13025832536749983018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-87306170494451188442017-02-09T16:15:20.963-06:002017-02-09T16:15:20.963-06:00Don't exercise too close to the edge! I hope t...Don't exercise too close to the edge! I hope the new followers I chatted with are not weirdos!Valhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13025832536749983018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-32048473717988962192017-02-09T11:43:44.969-06:002017-02-09T11:43:44.969-06:00Usually when I read your posts, I am laughing befo...Usually when I read your posts, I am laughing before the end, but this time I am at the end and I am roaring. Shoot! Now I have attracted someone into my lair. Linda O'Connellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15982895073903619018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-9860955522600860712017-02-08T19:44:39.259-06:002017-02-08T19:44:39.259-06:00Talking to the wrong grave site is actually funny....Talking to the wrong grave site is actually funny. Glad you could see the humor, especially since it would have amused your mom.stephen Hayeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17659054447637207734noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-53854396017213855042017-02-08T19:41:13.551-06:002017-02-08T19:41:13.551-06:00I have issues in a different car also, but not sur...I have issues in a different car also, but not sure that is an excuse for stopping at the wrong grave. BTW, what tie was it?joehhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08520161706680568508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-67829612338973454682017-02-08T19:35:10.793-06:002017-02-08T19:35:10.793-06:00Oh, of course... You left us on the edge of a clif...Oh, of course... You left us on the edge of a cliff. I guess I will have to exercise a bit of patience...<br /><br />And after your talk to the wrong loved one, you probably have a new follower of BOTH your blogs.Sioux Roslawskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17924021828536277618noreply@blogger.com