tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8953434957462559041.post7966502940222618005..comments2023-12-29T19:54:30.728-08:00Comments on the creamery: more chip dipsWhimsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05543385560164099748noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8953434957462559041.post-59793181281250852742009-05-14T10:58:00.000-07:002009-05-14T10:58:00.000-07:00There's an arby's by my work that we insensitively...There's an arby's by my work that we insensitively call "retarby's" because they hire a lot of people with autism and downs syndrome. <br /><br />We learned one day not to eat inside the restaurant or employees will ask you if they can have some of your fries, and if you accidentally say "shit" they will angrily and in a very frightening way tell you to "GET OUT"Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8953434957462559041.post-21181797903805420642009-05-14T09:25:00.000-07:002009-05-14T09:25:00.000-07:00My favorite part?
"Please don't cook any chili"
H...My favorite part? <br />"Please don't cook any chili"<br />HAHA! You guys are awesome.stacie dhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02034940984926936683noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8953434957462559041.post-43672792669309481012009-05-14T08:30:00.000-07:002009-05-14T08:30:00.000-07:00Oh you poor thing. Do you want me to bring you sou...Oh you poor thing. Do you want me to bring you soup? I will if you call me... I'm making a batch today. I love your description of your night. It is soooooo my night at least once a week. Unfortunately, the Mr doesn't leave, it's usually me because the little one is howling and won't go to sleep... or the overweight cat that is sleeping on the Mr is getting knocked off onto me....or the cold air from the "Darth Vader" mask is flowing down on me (let your imagination visualize this) or the mind is reliving the last 20 years of my life...or the brain wants to probe the future to figure out how I am going to do the things I need to... or I'm still singing hymns in my mind so I can go to sleep.<br />Sleep well Whimsy.wandering nanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17875538855650964277noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8953434957462559041.post-18443331132249491642009-05-14T05:49:00.000-07:002009-05-14T05:49:00.000-07:00So sorry Whimsy. Those kind of nights just happen ...So sorry Whimsy. Those kind of nights just happen sometimes. You sound fine at this end. I can't hear any of that sore throatedness. I'll cast some positive energy your way, for healing, and a good sleep next time you try.<br /><br />Since I've been coming here and reading, I catch glimpses of the fact that you and hubby have sayings back and forth. We do that too, and since we're going on 39 years of wedded bliss, we have a lot of them. We still use the words the babies used when they were learning to speak. That's still calling spaghetti, 'bisketti', and that little one is 31 years old, my youngest!<br /><br />We also played games like your Wow Ball. One time I bought a pail and garden tools for one of the girls. A little plastic pail in blue with green rake, yellow shovel and red hoe. We sat across from each other, me on the sofa and spousal unit on the love seat. We hit a golf ball back and forth and called the game "HockDen" (HOCKey with GarDEN Tools). So, I really relate to your sayings and games. I'll tell you about the word 'Both' and its connotations some day.<br /><br />Peace to all. Get better soon.Spadomanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17781369901345409341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8953434957462559041.post-43902030707504136832009-05-14T05:06:00.000-07:002009-05-14T05:06:00.000-07:00Wow Ball looks so much better than kickety kick ba...Wow Ball looks so much better than kickety kick ball.<br /><br />Hope your runny nose/sore throaty-ness go away witha pouf so as not to interfere with the delightful meals of your upcoming weekend!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com