tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637242177772977921.post2204415279681450425..comments2023-08-20T08:33:54.194-05:00Comments on One Ginormous Adventure: A Day In My LifeEsteehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06172678717335585579noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637242177772977921.post-34607361682511531762009-05-06T17:32:00.000-05:002009-05-06T17:32:00.000-05:00OK first of all, Oh. My. God. The socks. Seriously...OK first of all, Oh. My. God. The socks. Seriously. Where dothey all come from? I have the same problem and there are only 2 of us, well, 3 now, but Myles doesn't wear socks. <br /><br />Secondly, regarding the fire hydrant story, I can totally believe that this happened to you. Anybody else I would say no way buy you. Yep. To bad Nan needed vitamins and not chopped onions, then you would have had your scuba mask on and you would have been totally prepared!BBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05302076267024469022noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637242177772977921.post-3055988283154943342009-05-06T10:17:00.000-05:002009-05-06T10:17:00.000-05:00Holy Cow Estee! You know this could only happen to...Holy Cow Estee! You know this could only happen to you lol!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I missed your sb.com column...have to look for it to read in its entirety. Stay strong girl:) and dry....pretty puleese???Melissa Shttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10843030955872097031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637242177772977921.post-4461235627995906342009-05-05T20:38:00.000-05:002009-05-05T20:38:00.000-05:00cracking up! I wish I could say that I can't r...cracking up! I wish I could say that I can't relate but I totally can! I find myself in the craziest circumstances too. In addition to being totally accident prone, I'm a magnet for disaster... A few months back, I parked in our grocery store parking lot for a few minutes so that I could run inside to make a deposit at the bank. I found a spot right up front (never happens when I'm in a hurry!) and came out moments later to find the tree that "was" planted in the area next to the parking spot was now laying across the top of my NEW Element. As I stumbled around to try and remove some of the smaller limbs withing reach, the store manager came out to help. I turned to speak to him & one of the limbs hooked on to the front of my shirt and split my shirt right across the middle. It was a mesquite tree (lots of thorns). I've told about the tree story but never until now spoke of the shirt incident. I was mortified! The manager was nice enough to give me a greeter vest (with the name tag "Betty"...now an inside joke with DH). There's nothing quite like being called someone elses name repeatedly while being asked for directions to the microwave popcorn! ; ) Thanks for the laughs girly!lifeheARTisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10420544647615233612noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637242177772977921.post-88577766441275162872009-05-05T15:57:00.000-05:002009-05-05T15:57:00.000-05:00You are not alone in the sock mountain. Most of th...You are not alone in the sock mountain. Most of the time we live out of a basket of socks. Sometimes I get ambitious & separate & fold, but not too often. <br />OMG I laughed outloud at your fire hydrant story. That is something that would totally happen to me. But....on the other hand, why were they doing that at night? LOLJenniferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03244737170482913507noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637242177772977921.post-88122363102369430942009-05-05T15:21:00.000-05:002009-05-05T15:21:00.000-05:00I hate socks and instead of getting lost in the dr...I hate socks and instead of getting lost in the dryer, I think those little buggers go at it like bunnies. I have always ended up with the same pile of 40 gazillion white socks and then had to try to figure out Big His, Little His, Big Hers and Little Hers. I had a thought the other night -- a first -- and as I pulled them out I flung them by the individual piles of folded laundry instead of just one pile. You'd think after 30+ years of folding laundry I'd have come up with that sooner, but guess what? Even my mother -- who irons her sheets -- thought it was a good idea. <br /><br />Hope it helps and if nothing else, know you are not alone in your sock crisis.Karen Bladoshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17004086321586296075noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637242177772977921.post-63021935929779159662009-05-05T13:57:00.000-05:002009-05-05T13:57:00.000-05:00OMG...I'm sorry. I know it's not funny, but I was ...OMG...I'm sorry. I know it's not funny, but I was laughing out loud! Why, oh why, do these things happen to you my friend? LOL Great story to tell now though :D And oh my, how I HATE pairing socks. I have resorted to just sticking them all in a "sock drawer" so that I don't have to pair them!Lalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02889302019330808442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637242177772977921.post-21897698742533285372009-05-05T12:59:00.000-05:002009-05-05T12:59:00.000-05:00Estee, I am sorry! :) I was laughing at your fire ...Estee, I am sorry! :) I was laughing at your fire hydrant story when I read it yesterday. Too funny, but poor you!! To be hit with all that water! You are not the only one drowning in socks!! I HATE folding/matching socks and put it off all the time! I leave them to the very last!! So, when you are done with your laundry, do you want to come up and finish mine?? I have a bunch to do too. :)Michellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08895535159666065770noreply@blogger.com