tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19873733.post5008929077443514847..comments2023-05-08T11:00:44.090-05:00Comments on The Hedy Experience: Try this muffHedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00940638535923331779noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19873733.post-42831376197694597742007-11-02T21:22:00.000-05:002007-11-02T21:22:00.000-05:00Crap Fair is miserable, but you know you're eventu...Crap Fair is miserable, but you know you're eventually gonna get out and never have to go back. Bears season is more miserable because there's really no hope and it's not like we're moving to a town with a winning team any time soon. Point taken. :)Hedyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00940638535923331779noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19873733.post-5394639313170195722007-11-02T21:08:00.000-05:002007-11-02T21:08:00.000-05:00Upon further reflection, I have to ask which is wo...Upon further reflection, I have to ask which is worse -- going to a Crap Fair, or suffering through watching a Bears game this year?<BR/><BR/>I've been feeling for you. That Super Bowl hangover's a bitch.Posol'stvo the Medvedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00573435137467134333noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19873733.post-15640059883719320242007-11-01T15:02:00.000-05:002007-11-01T15:02:00.000-05:00Too funny. One of my methods of atoning for, well,...Too funny. One of my methods of atoning for, well, for being me, really, is by helping an octogenarian with working with her computer. I teach her how to find her email program, scan pictures, and use MS Word. Same lesson every month. She 'pays' me, but she and I both know that it isn't about the money for me. She pays me because her pride demands it, and I take the money because her pride demands it.<BR/><BR/>And her apartment has that typical 'old person' smell. Every old person's house I've been in has that same smell, except my grandmother's place, which smelled like feral cat piss and sulphur, but that's another story. It sounds so age-ist when I say talk about old person smell, but "lavendar, pine, and Preparation H" coming from you almost sounds nice. Even if you're talking about someone's aged rectum.<BR/><BR/>To which I say "Eww!" I get it, but "Eww!"Posol'stvo the Medvedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00573435137467134333noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19873733.post-24207115383056824852007-11-01T13:56:00.000-05:002007-11-01T13:56:00.000-05:00I'll try it!I'll try it!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19873733.post-61617174092149470702007-11-01T09:59:00.000-05:002007-11-01T09:59:00.000-05:00I had to attend a "home demonstration" on Sunday d...I had to attend a "home demonstration" on Sunday during the Bear's game - put on by a dear friend's sister. Unbeknownst to me, it was her first show. Also unbeknownst to me it was going to take three hours for her to have us sample little cups of dip. At the two hour mark - I kindly announced I needed to pick up my daughter. So I ask "Can I place my order on-line?" - "Why yes, but we are closing this party tonight." "Okay", I say, "No problem" - to which she says "But how are you going to pay?" - I said "With my debit card." - "Oh, I don't have that set up yet. Could you leave me a signed blank check?"...What??? So, I sign a check and make a quick dash out of there. Later that night while out to dinner with friends...my cell phone rings - it is my friend, whose sister had the demonstration....he says "Hi, my sister was wondering if you were going to place the order?"..I sat there for a moment and thought he was joking..nope. <BR/><BR/>So Hedy, on Sunday, you and I both had it tough.<BR/><BR/>MuffSusan's Snippetshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02318690700893201072noreply@blogger.com