tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179833629839697874.post5662015284976710739..comments2023-10-08T11:47:10.999-04:00Comments on Much Ado About...Nothing: I. Am. Gross.Andehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02234039085261714673noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179833629839697874.post-41632242025437448602009-03-02T15:09:00.000-05:002009-03-02T15:09:00.000-05:00I think its the sense (or scents) of accomplishmen...I think its the sense (or scents) of accomplishment. If you had taken the shirt off, you might have forgotten about your accomplishment of a kazillion flights of stairs - at least until you couldn't get out of bed the next morning because you were so sore.Heather @ Multiple Hatshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17684216457038939469noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179833629839697874.post-85346189807941362792009-03-01T20:08:00.000-05:002009-03-01T20:08:00.000-05:00Actually Cali...my jeans were dirty. Laundry day. ...Actually Cali...my jeans were dirty. Laundry day. I get more and more disgusting by the moment.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for the headband!Andehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02234039085261714673noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179833629839697874.post-38258301119071083712009-03-01T17:46:00.000-05:002009-03-01T17:46:00.000-05:00I think you're gross... only because you're wearin...I think you're gross... only because you're wearing clean jeans and a dirty shirt. You either have to be all one or the other. Not both. I like the picture. I love the head band. Who gave that to you?<BR/><BR/>CaliCalihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09948675971157619730noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179833629839697874.post-65981875310147687312009-02-28T20:28:00.000-05:002009-02-28T20:28:00.000-05:00I've been thinking about this. Perhaps it is your...I've been thinking about this. Perhaps it is your way of marking your territory like the primates do? Perhaps people are coming in too close to you, so this is your way to ward them off.<BR/><BR/>I'll keep thinking on this.<BR/><BR/>Oh no. I LOVE your face.Neighbor Jane Paynehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11524394383695366513noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179833629839697874.post-40514868785423181462009-02-28T19:53:00.000-05:002009-02-28T19:53:00.000-05:00Mom does that mean only you could love that face I...Mom does that mean only you could love that face I am making? Thanks :)<BR/><BR/>Also I wish all those reasons where why I was still in my shirt even 2 hours after I wrote this. Unfortunately not. <BR/><BR/>I'm glad you still love me...even when I am gross.Andehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02234039085261714673noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179833629839697874.post-72931730287680678442009-02-28T17:16:00.000-05:002009-02-28T17:16:00.000-05:00Ahhhh...the face a mother loves. I'm not really s...Ahhhh...the face a mother loves. <BR/><BR/>I'm not really sure why you're still in your shirt. Could it be you look good in gray? I'll bet that's why. Or, maybe it's because you're out of clorox and spray and wash and clean clothes? Maybe it's because you're going to go work out again?Neighbor Jane Paynehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11524394383695366513noreply@blogger.com