tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490082442858449851.post4638457530786228321..comments2023-05-01T12:10:34.774-04:00Comments on Happy Wife Happy Life: The Funny Message On My Cell PhoneHWHLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07294913024458099382noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490082442858449851.post-75836236336036626932008-08-21T20:23:00.000-04:002008-08-21T20:23:00.000-04:00Well, at least they weren't setting alcohol drench...Well, at least they weren't setting alcohol drenched cotton balls on fire... oh wait... that was me. Flashback. Sorry.<BR/><BR/>At least she fessed up. And I'm guessing her room is still clean enough that you would actually notice anything different about the comforter. Like what color it was under all the food and unfinished homework and laundry. Oh wait... those were my teens. Flashback, again. Sorry.Sugar Joneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14350485179045324078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490082442858449851.post-43231202914044257722008-08-21T18:52:00.000-04:002008-08-21T18:52:00.000-04:00I blamed a few things on a few animals in my time....I blamed a few things on a few animals in my time...if Diva could talk!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17584248569655542892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490082442858449851.post-80374706712838159872008-08-21T17:05:00.000-04:002008-08-21T17:05:00.000-04:00Too funny. She thought that if she hit you with it...Too funny. She thought that if she hit you with it on the phone, it would not be such a blow in person...smart girl.Suzannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09089274167242094237noreply@blogger.com