tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post418035881362703185..comments2023-10-01T05:53:43.041-04:00Comments on Gifts from a Broad: Stop Making SenseThe Lady Who Doesn't Lunch:http://www.blogger.com/profile/16435708079953998705noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-68236282816993344192016-08-26T04:26:50.079-04:002016-08-26T04:26:50.079-04:00hilarious!hilarious!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14643114520992072613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-64009263171286617962014-01-25T13:56:57.354-05:002014-01-25T13:56:57.354-05:00I hated the make the bed rule as a child, but now ...I hated the make the bed rule as a child, but now I follow it religiously so go figure. In my defense, I don't force it on my kid.brewella devillehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17239076401186979584noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-41992156961680745342014-01-03T17:18:45.561-05:002014-01-03T17:18:45.561-05:00I quite often mutter the phrase, "I bought th...I quite often mutter the phrase, "I bought this to USE it." We had to take out a loan earlier this year to buy a four-wheeler for me to putter around the acreage with. "Keep in mind I'm buying this to use it," I told Beloved Wifey. "I'm not going to try to keep it 'nice'." And sure enough, I've scratched the thing up hauling wood out of the grove, splashed merrily through mud puddles to plant trees, whanged into fence posts at high rates of speed whilst drinking beer out of a coffee mug, you know how it goes... <br /><br />I don't try to keep books nice - I read them, sometimes whilst eating Cheetos, I roll over them in my sleep, I knock them on the floor, I prop them up on the table to read while I eat messy things... I bought the book to READ it. <br /><br />I've only bought one new bass guitar in my life. I fell in love with its elegant curves as it hung delicately in the music store. I'd never seen such a sleek, perfect guitar - solid black, polished to a high shine... I took it home and YAY! It played as good as it looked! But I wasn't really able to play with much energy. Everything I played seemed... wussie. I finally figured it out - I was afraid of boogering up my new toy. I promptly cracked a beer, got a screwdriver, and scritched a six-inch scratch on the back of the bass. NOW I could really play it! I didn't have to baby the thing... (Twenty years later, I still play that bass. Surprisingly it only has one more scratch in it!) Chris the Hippiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18434819898396611160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-14772649728368207022013-12-20T02:31:18.165-05:002013-12-20T02:31:18.165-05:00How are you going to have a happy life if you can&...How are you going to have a happy life if you can't eat on the sofa and open the drapes??? I bought a microfiber couch and a cheap coffee table so we could not only eat there but put our feet up too! Relax, it's only stuff.Mnmomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05004472091756966173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-69952147948253788612013-12-19T17:55:29.830-05:002013-12-19T17:55:29.830-05:00Just get it over with and go spill on everything!
...Just get it over with and go spill on everything!<br /><br />You will thank me later...SkylersDadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18264164502733912326noreply@blogger.com