tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18829500.post115575381522567659..comments2023-10-11T10:40:48.712-04:00Comments on The Miserable Annals of the Earth: Knowing how way leads on to wayDoc Nebulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13052810933464744998noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18829500.post-1155827001044343632006-08-17T11:03:00.000-04:002006-08-17T11:03:00.000-04:00Maybe you need two glasses. Or learn to take your ...Maybe you need two glasses. Or learn to take your water straight up.<BR/><BR/>I used to care more about how things got done around here. Even though I don't much like it, the clothes are clean (even though I have to fish them wrinkled out of the dryer), the dishes eventually get done (and yes, I have on more than one occasion eaten dinner with a spoon) and the garbage goes out before the Board of Health comes by.<BR/><BR/>You know, maybe I really don't like it very much. Hey, can I borrow your bullwhip? (just kidding)Laurie Borishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08361627047571650547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18829500.post-1155754988552823472006-08-16T15:03:00.000-04:002006-08-16T15:03:00.000-04:00Funny post, Sweetie. I'm sure the neighbors love ...Funny post, Sweetie. I'm sure the neighbors love having us (ALL of us) living downstairs. Thanks for taking care of the laundry (and dishes and ice trays and garbage, if you ever made it that far). <BR/><BR/>I do appreciate the effort. Always! (And thanks for pulling my shirt out of the dryer. That probably saved your life...;)SuperWifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02856384425069616224noreply@blogger.com