tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010439223932737211.post3755537462192522961..comments2023-05-30T08:42:32.779-04:00Comments on Seven Days Seven Answers: TrunkCall Me Catehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15144735845209334875noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010439223932737211.post-21758544528032747532010-02-01T15:48:30.841-05:002010-02-01T15:48:30.841-05:00I totally forgot! That's the ice cream cake fo...I totally forgot! That's the ice cream cake for Jr.'s birthday that I picked up earlier. Sorry!TMChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12287499048486219026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010439223932737211.post-85796827004722295932010-01-30T08:15:56.931-05:002010-01-30T08:15:56.931-05:00I didn't mean to keep the space heater in my c...I didn't mean to keep the space heater in my car's trunk for longer than I should admit, the storage room was locked when I was finished with it and I didn't want to leave it where anyone could grab it, so I left it in the safest place I could think of, then I kept forgetting to return it! I'M SORRY!!!<br /><br />(sadly, that is based on something I really did)silver starhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02169856388135590325noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010439223932737211.post-77900459334321931222010-01-30T01:28:55.633-05:002010-01-30T01:28:55.633-05:00A fry container from McDonald's. What can I s...A fry container from McDonald's. What can I say...nothing says stress-relief like grease-covered potato.<br /><br />(true story)Isabellahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05537474742419702738noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010439223932737211.post-50723590697998234792010-01-28T09:16:21.476-05:002010-01-28T09:16:21.476-05:00Yes, I know she said that you're my crutch,
An...Yes, I know she said that you're my crutch,<br />And that you're lazy, dirty, and such,<br />But to tie her with rope<br />And trap her here? Nope,<br />I didn't know my mom bugged you <i>that</i> much.C. Bethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06644509313017237164noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010439223932737211.post-82422308830321451252010-01-27T11:44:28.371-05:002010-01-27T11:44:28.371-05:00Mom asked me holding up the bag of jeans I'd c...Mom asked me holding up the bag of jeans I'd cut into all shapes and sizes. "I thought your scissors phase was done with your teen years!! These are good pants, Autumn! You can't afford to go around cutting up your jeans!" I tried not to smile because she was really working herself into a tizzy over nothing and didn't realize it. <br />"If they don't fit you, you could have giving them away. Or <i>sold them</i> at least!"<br /><br />Finally I couldn't help it anymore and I burst out laughing. "Mom, mom, I love you, but you've got this wrong" I said trying to calm myself down enough to explain. "These are the jeans that no longer fit the kids <i>or</i> me and were way too worn out to give away. I'm using them for quilting and crafting and a few other things." I told her softening my smile a bit. "These aren't the jeans I was telling you about on the phone, these were basically trash to begin with."<br />I reached into the trunk and pulled out a second bag. "<i>These</i> are the jeans that are in good condition. I was wondering if you would want them."Autumnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07437680039451649416noreply@blogger.com