tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33395706.post447466678629365613..comments2023-12-12T11:27:03.669-08:00Comments on small town me: Life with Teenagerssmalltownmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10857871195417461235noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33395706.post-2983792835049608712009-09-20T04:32:14.670-07:002009-09-20T04:32:14.670-07:00thanks for the heads up! :-D
I'm usually runni...thanks for the heads up! :-D<br />I'm usually running about 30 minutes late and sometimes i'll forget that i hadn't done rice earlier in the day...or that we have no meat...or.....<br />grrr.<br />thank goodness BLTs are okay with my boys...personally, i'd have them 4 or 5 times a week if we could.<br />and leftovers? those are for Sundays....they can count on 'em!dkuroiwahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14702013452096435136noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33395706.post-53063710103217184522009-09-15T12:29:56.416-07:002009-09-15T12:29:56.416-07:00I would have eaten cold cereal.I would have eaten cold cereal.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33395706.post-55024462443040149112009-09-15T12:28:32.352-07:002009-09-15T12:28:32.352-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33395706.post-42518595537307743512009-09-14T06:13:51.909-07:002009-09-14T06:13:51.909-07:00That sounds like it would have been the perfect op...That sounds like it would have been the perfect opportunity for take-out and a chick-flick. Or a great book and a quilt on the couch.<br /><br />Is there anything worse than thinking you're getting out of the whole dinner thing and then finding out you have to cook?? Hate that.jennhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01074805816407286017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33395706.post-43549219519446770362009-09-13T14:41:55.728-07:002009-09-13T14:41:55.728-07:00I'm just afraid for the day when Zack no longe...I'm just afraid for the day when Zack no longer WANTS to do anything with me. Then I'll look back at being pecked like a duck and having those nerves plucked and miss them.Pretty Thingshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00285473788765783338noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33395706.post-69393778269559123472009-09-13T04:34:26.771-07:002009-09-13T04:34:26.771-07:00WHAAAA? Neither? I would have voted for take out...WHAAAA? Neither? I would have voted for take out for what it's worth.Vanessahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14149777435132497067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33395706.post-84187493562011117712009-09-13T04:34:26.148-07:002009-09-13T04:34:26.148-07:00WHAAAA? Neither? I would have voted for take out...WHAAAA? Neither? I would have voted for take out for what it's worth.Vanessahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14149777435132497067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33395706.post-88557194749079680802009-09-12T18:54:55.342-07:002009-09-12T18:54:55.342-07:00I totally get this. Always last minute on nights ...I totally get this. Always last minute on nights we aren't up to anything special. On nights we'd like to , say, have a bottle of wine - we have to drive her...2 more years and we are an empty nest!Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12768569658001165651noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33395706.post-5012667554085238262009-09-12T18:26:02.923-07:002009-09-12T18:26:02.923-07:00UPDATE: Crap, neither. Apparently, I'm still...UPDATE: Crap, neither. Apparently, I'm still cooking.smalltownmehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10857871195417461235noreply@blogger.com