tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post8703274764502835370..comments2024-03-29T09:11:09.608-05:00Comments on Unbagging the Cats: Val Eschews the Lagging GlassValhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13025832536749983018noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-72227616499994344612016-11-29T12:58:03.053-06:002016-11-29T12:58:03.053-06:00I suppose that's fitting. Like how preachers&#...I suppose that's fitting. Like how preachers' kids are hellions, and teachers' kids get away with (figurative) murder, and the cobbler's kids go barefoot. Husbands should take care of their wives' stuff!Valhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13025832536749983018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-35999168998615258172016-11-29T06:11:49.570-06:002016-11-29T06:11:49.570-06:00My ex, the mechanic, fixed everyone's car but ...My ex, the mechanic, fixed everyone's car but mine.Linda O'Connellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15982895073903619018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-46925522202376635042016-11-28T21:32:10.349-06:002016-11-28T21:32:10.349-06:00Maybe some day we'll be broken down on the sam...Maybe some day we'll be broken down on the same parking lot!Valhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13025832536749983018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-68926797818030613002016-11-28T19:32:59.001-06:002016-11-28T19:32:59.001-06:00So glad that I am not alone in this world!So glad that I am not alone in this world!Kathy's Klotheslinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17881966393157941515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-39335055731586550592016-11-28T12:28:20.141-06:002016-11-28T12:28:20.141-06:00I could surely introduce you to a few. But I'm...I could surely introduce you to a few. But I'm keeping the woman who followed me through Save A Lot one New Years Day telling me I was "SO PRETTY." She was good for my ego.Valhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13025832536749983018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-1949292925739617622016-11-28T12:04:44.227-06:002016-11-28T12:04:44.227-06:00Weirdness is a prerequisite in choosing my friends...Weirdness is a prerequisite in choosing my friends!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-60945598156183234102016-11-28T11:42:22.513-06:002016-11-28T11:42:22.513-06:00Well, I have been celebrating their union by livin...Well, I have been celebrating their union by living high on the hog! The 7-layer salad is almost gone. I'd say if I flattened it out, it would be down to one layer.<br /><br />Hick also loves a good leftover. IF somebody else will drag out all the dishes and put them on a plate and warm them for him. He's been in and out with The Pony's car situation, and doesn't eat at the same time I am preparing them for myself. He's perfectly capable of making a plate for himself, but his will is weak.<br /><br />The Pony barely eats the original meal. His leftover feasts consist of about 6 rolls, half a stick of butter, a silver-dollar size slice of ham, and maybe some deviled eggs, and Oreo Cake.Valhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13025832536749983018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-52892787467714388342016-11-28T09:53:37.508-06:002016-11-28T09:53:37.508-06:00Hard to believe your family shuns Thanksgiving lef...Hard to believe your family shuns Thanksgiving leftovers. The food always tastes better after the holiday when the flavors have had a chance to marry.stephen Hayeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17659054447637207734noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-91779848209430990422016-11-27T22:27:21.850-06:002016-11-27T22:27:21.850-06:00Dang! You can't even joke around these days wi...Dang! You can't even joke around these days without melting a special snowflake! No wonder they're so sensitive to global warming.<br /><br />I could just set up shop on a different parking lot each day. With a different vehicle, if Hick can keep the crap (yes, we know I mean actual CRAP) cleaned off of his Toronado trunk. Roll up my sleeves. Take "elbow grease" literally.<br /><br />I'm sure I could make many new friends. I believe most of them would be of the weirdo persuasion.Valhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13025832536749983018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-70697259453413078532016-11-27T22:15:55.403-06:002016-11-27T22:15:55.403-06:00Your talk (and Joe H's talk) about snipe hunti...Your talk (and Joe H's talk) about snipe hunting made me think of a Boy Scout prank. Some of our scouts went to a campsite next to theirs and asked for their "left-handed smoke shifter." They were going to help the scouts look through their equipment to find it. Some of the other scout parents put a kabosh on it, saying it was hazing/unkind.<br /><br />I thought it was hilarious. <br /><br />Yes, if I see you in a parking lot, working on your car, I'll toot the horn in a cheerful greeting... 'cause you have lots of time on your hands for such activities.Sioux Roslawskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17924021828536277618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-12728534265596218272016-11-27T20:40:34.417-06:002016-11-27T20:40:34.417-06:00You'll have to check back tomorrow for Master ...You'll have to check back tomorrow for Master Hick's solution. Remember, he's the guy who gave me a crutch to prop open the back hatch.<br /><br />I am not at all surprised that you have been on a snipe hunt. You are probably also a master at 52-Card Pickup. AND you most likely have a special pair of scissors for preparing snipe for the dinner table after scrubbing them with the vegetable brush.Valhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13025832536749983018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-33348792711847034202016-11-27T20:10:13.748-06:002016-11-27T20:10:13.748-06:00If Pony could hold it up, couldn't you wedge s...If Pony could hold it up, couldn't you wedge something in to hold it? I Might have missed something.<br /><br />I went snipe hunting once. You have to go at night and they are deep in the woods, then you make snipe noises, a snort whistle , snort whistle thing. We didn't see any, I think they were migrating or something, or they were hiding under towels.joehhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08520161706680568508noreply@blogger.com