tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741443.post114002245988580046..comments2024-02-06T03:31:45.606-05:00Comments on kate rothwell: and speaking of low expectations (or TMI)Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02495558736099438348noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741443.post-1140141868762746092006-02-16T21:04:00.000-05:002006-02-16T21:04:00.000-05:00boy one? Calm yourself. The camera will be in plac...boy one? Calm yourself. The camera will be in place soon and the truth will be evident to the whole world.<BR/><BR/>And Karen, lots of people huh? I'll pay you big big bucks to change that review. I wonder what they're looking for? I mean are karen and kate a big item in the real world? I get a lot of hits from people looking for kate's playground.Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02495558736099438348noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741443.post-1140141374628844712006-02-16T20:56:00.000-05:002006-02-16T20:56:00.000-05:00HOW DO U KNOW IT'S NOT SUSIE!?!? OR ALIENS?!?! UR ...HOW DO U KNOW IT'S NOT SUSIE!?!? OR ALIENS?!?! UR BEING TOO QUICK TO JUDGE!!! btw, i'm sure it was Tom, i would know if it was alex, as I am in the same room with him. Also, Tom is young, and hasnt mastered the delicate art of... erm... u know. U GOT NOTHIN ON ME, MONKEY!!!! NUTHIN!!!!!! *foams rabidly at mouth*Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741443.post-1140130925694611762006-02-16T18:02:00.000-05:002006-02-16T18:02:00.000-05:00Totally unrelated, but I thought I'd let you know ...Totally unrelated, but I thought I'd let you know that lots of people are finding me by googling kate loves karen. Somehow they end up finding my review of Somebody to Love. *g*Karen Scotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08873003367159718118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741443.post-1140071086572322352006-02-16T01:24:00.000-05:002006-02-16T01:24:00.000-05:00Can't remember. Did you catch my cat poo post on V...Can't remember. Did you catch my cat poo post on Valentine's Day?<BR/><BR/><I>The man sits down because he knows he has bad aim.</I><BR/><BR/>I do that in the middle of the night because I'm tiiiiired. I'm not up to the challenge of aiming.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741443.post-1140036028548472572006-02-15T15:40:00.000-05:002006-02-15T15:40:00.000-05:00I have to admit I've never had any sympathy for th...I have to admit I've never had any sympathy for the whole toilet seat debate. Seat up, down, doesn't matter to me. (and yes I have experienced those late night horror visits to the toilet) I only have one demand of the menfolk in my house and that is they clean the damn things. Which they both do with equanimity.<BR/><BR/>XTHIS! Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05264909640464583029noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741443.post-1140030094164472772006-02-15T14:01:00.000-05:002006-02-15T14:01:00.000-05:00Oy. Peeing battles. Flushing battles. (We have a p...Oy. Peeing battles. Flushing battles. <BR/><BR/>(We have a poltergeist who insists on using the toilet, adding about 1/4 roll of toilet paper, and then not flushing. It has to be a ghost--no mortals in the house are fessing up.) (Based on close observation though, I think our poltergeist may be female--the mortal men/boys in the house are not addicted to reams of toilet paper.)<BR/><BR/>I had a friend who every week put a stack of nickels by the toilet. For every infraction she noted, she pocketed a nickel. At the end of the week, the nickels were divided between her two sons. Most weeks there were no nickels and they got angry at each other. Eventually they got the point. I mentioned this system to my two girls: "But we can't buy anything with NICKELS," they replied. Humph.Suisanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08005006529585506127noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741443.post-1140023502029063472006-02-15T12:11:00.000-05:002006-02-15T12:11:00.000-05:00Oh the toilet lid fights in our house are epic - m...Oh the toilet lid fights in our house are epic - mostly involving the lip being dropped or slammed loudly at 6 a.m. when the boys get up, thus waking me up, and I don't have to stior for another hour. Argh.Samhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05943062466398436785noreply@blogger.com