tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44153327583799894.post2433548955061128873..comments2023-04-28T07:40:16.827-05:00Comments on Unbagging the Cats 1: May Day MomismsValhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13025832536749983018noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44153327583799894.post-75541553353020327872011-05-02T20:48:55.076-05:002011-05-02T20:48:55.076-05:00MommyNeeds,
Those are some tough, head-whacking, r...MommyNeeds,<br />Those are some tough, head-whacking, rooster-running streets you walk, my friend. I'd lay in a hefty supply of Benadryl. It cures everything, I hear. <br />________________________<br /><br />Tammy,<br />Wow! You were allowed to say "gas" in your house?<br />________________________<br /><br />Linda,<br />That's what Mom always told my sister. Who whined, "No I won't! You'll be sorry!"<br />________________________<br /><br />Kathy,<br />Please tell me you also had to wear a headscarf. Because you're just beggin' for an earache if you don't wear a headscarf.Valhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13025832536749983018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44153327583799894.post-35833313924604374892011-05-02T08:52:03.159-05:002011-05-02T08:52:03.159-05:00Um, Mommy ...... not only will the rooster still c...Um, Mommy ...... not only will the rooster still chase you, he will spur you!<br /><br />We had to wear undershirts until the first rain in May ....... and we lived in South Georgia. Undershirts. They were supposed to be our protection from chest colds. All I remember is being bathed in sweat upon awakening in my flannel pj's with that stupid undershirt plastered to my body as I coughed and wheezed my way through breakfast.Kathy's Klotheslinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17881966393157941515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44153327583799894.post-70676766316825954672011-05-02T05:09:11.766-05:002011-05-02T05:09:11.766-05:00"You'll feel better once you get to schoo..."You'll feel better once you get to school." Uh-huh!Linda O'Connellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15982895073903619018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44153327583799894.post-5448775128953584252011-05-01T20:41:58.894-05:002011-05-01T20:41:58.894-05:00We couldn't say the "f" word at my h...We couldn't say the "f" word at my house, either. It had to be "passed gas." Which is of course *way* more disgusting when you think about it.Tammyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02141883867104777688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44153327583799894.post-60537688250028045852011-05-01T19:39:27.677-05:002011-05-01T19:39:27.677-05:00Don't tell anybody when you have some money be...Don't tell anybody when you have some money because you might get whacked in the head.<br /><br />Don't run from the rooster when he chases you, and he'll stop. (I proved this wrong.)Mommy Needs a Xanaxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01807707012305893563noreply@blogger.com