tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146073139129271180.post4679768383000750810..comments2024-02-02T19:40:16.372-08:00Comments on me and you and ellie: I hated that bag, anyway.Me, You, or Elliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13159195620327366257noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146073139129271180.post-16238770408055040942008-07-27T21:19:00.000-07:002008-07-27T21:19:00.000-07:00That would be for months.That would be <B><I>for</I></B> months.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146073139129271180.post-2398548331325992982008-07-27T21:18:00.000-07:002008-07-27T21:18:00.000-07:00Yes, Rita, I have to agree with Ellie (and I've ne...Yes, Rita, I have to agree with Ellie (and I've never had no stinkin' UTI).<BR/><BR/>Love the post, Jacquie. And you never know, who ever stole your bag just may be <I>wearing</I> those stinky shoes. (My former roommate got some clothes stolen from a laundry mat in Mission Beach and saw one of the local homeless guys wearing various combinations of the clothes from months.)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146073139129271180.post-64128645788410854832008-07-22T11:32:00.000-07:002008-07-22T11:32:00.000-07:00Rita? Underwear's for chumps.Rita? Underwear's for chumps.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146073139129271180.post-58557814942443111872008-07-22T07:08:00.000-07:002008-07-22T07:08:00.000-07:00"so I think I'm safely in the majority with people...<I>"so I think I'm safely in the majority with people who will actually respond..."</I><BR/><BR/>And that may be true. <BR/><BR/>However, no, I'm just one of those people who considers underwear non-optional. It's not a prude thing (God knows I'm no prude), it's a comfort and UTI avoidance thing. I not only have to wear underwear, but they have to be the <I>right</I> underwear, or there will be pain, peeing in a cup and a round of cipro in my near future. Bike shorts with a cotton diamond crotch? Double good! <BR/><BR/>Maybe I am the minority, but if that's so, then nobody should look askance at your underwear on the floor of your car, lol. Ah, Jacquie. It was quite a story.Ritahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06434151165867029916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146073139129271180.post-16968298433892072512008-07-21T19:52:00.000-07:002008-07-21T19:52:00.000-07:00On the FLOOR of the front seat, to be technical. ...On the FLOOR of the front seat, to be technical. <I> As if </I> that makes me less of a dork.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146073139129271180.post-89477561715486735082008-07-21T19:43:00.000-07:002008-07-21T19:43:00.000-07:00Oh you are such a dork! I can't believe you left ...Oh you are such a dork! I can't believe you left your bra/underwear on the front seat. LOL<BR/><BR/>eileenThe Beanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15609638490217000231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146073139129271180.post-85267941866807151402008-07-21T19:30:00.000-07:002008-07-21T19:30:00.000-07:00Oh my gosh Rita, you are a nut! Those doggies were...Oh my gosh Rita, you are a nut! Those doggies were indeed adorable, part of another kid's presentation on siberian huskies (yawn). Okay, the undies? You wear undies to work out?! Most of the time, I wear bike shorts that have a little cotton crotch diamond for my dainty parts. This time, I was wearing running shorts that had a <I> built in </I> bike short underlayer, that also have the diamond. I wear boy short undies, they would drive me nuts while working out! People of the world, am I alone???? I know for a fact that neither of my co-bloggers wear undies at all, workout or no workout, so I think I'm safely in the majority with people who will actually respond...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146073139129271180.post-29962951670306277422008-07-21T18:38:00.000-07:002008-07-21T18:38:00.000-07:00And so sorry to serial post, but, did you notice t...And so sorry to serial post, but, did you notice the LITTLE stuffed dog peeking out from behind that other posterboard to watch Jimmy's experiment?<BR/><BR/>I know, I'm an ass. You got your window smashed, your bag stolen and everyone saw your underwear and it was a sucky thing, but I'm tearing up laughing over the stuffed dogs in that picture of your son. Go ahead, slap me. They're funny.Ritahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06434151165867029916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146073139129271180.post-66817632477580250962008-07-21T18:36:00.000-07:002008-07-21T18:36:00.000-07:00And, oh, the dog is not part of his thing, but it ...And, oh, the dog is not part of his thing, but it looks cute there next to him anyway... like a lil' Jimbo accent, like it's paying close attention to what he's doing with that tube.<BR/><BR/>The bag thievery does suck, I don't understand people doing shit like that, but YOU I can ask about the underwear, why? why? why?Ritahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06434151165867029916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146073139129271180.post-81053170011701137032008-07-21T18:34:00.000-07:002008-07-21T18:34:00.000-07:00Jimmy looks like a doll in that picture, with the ...Jimmy looks like a doll in that picture, with the stuffed dog there and all.<BR/><BR/>But... I gotta ask, why did you take your underwear off??? I just don't get it??? Is it some wacky california thing, working out <I>au naturale</I> under your shorts? I need me a barrier at all times (well, not <I>all</I> times, I do have three kids), or there's chafing and stinking and whatnot. It seems that so much embarrassment can be avoided if people just keep their friggin' panties on!Ritahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06434151165867029916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146073139129271180.post-890446620241939782008-07-21T13:44:00.000-07:002008-07-21T13:44:00.000-07:00I've always told my daughter to CLEAN UP THE CRAP ...I've always told my daughter to CLEAN UP THE CRAP in her car. One night, someone broke her window to steal whatever. The police called ME because they couldn't get hold of HER. When I got there, the cops were shaking their heads asking "WHY would someone DO THIS to a kid's car!" I looked inside......but kept my mouth shut. It was HER clutter still there. Nothing the thief did.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146073139129271180.post-42067655409042377442008-07-21T12:35:00.000-07:002008-07-21T12:35:00.000-07:00I think that the a-hole who broke into your car go...I think that the a-hole who broke into your car got a lot less than he bargained for...haha on him. He deserves to be hit with a horrific case of bad karma sometime soon.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146073139129271180.post-76517043072837875052008-07-21T08:26:00.000-07:002008-07-21T08:26:00.000-07:00Oh. My. God! Jacquie! I can't believe it! Besides ...Oh. My. God! Jacquie! I can't believe it! Besides the horror of the break-in itself, what a great post. I love the detes, especially your boob detes. It's time someone else took over the boob mantle around here . . .Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146073139129271180.post-59170607879697394972008-07-21T06:36:00.000-07:002008-07-21T06:36:00.000-07:00What a great story! Now I want to go get the book ...What a great story! Now I want to go get the book you ended up with.<BR/><BR/>isn't it funny, why do people steal bags anyway? You surely can't get much from them, but what a pain to the owner! Last time my bag was stolen there was no cash in it and no electronics except a palm pilot - what good is that to fence without the software? I suppose maybe someone could make one drug buy with that. but for me the loss was extremely inconvenient, including my car keys (the crook could have no idea where I parked) my favorite lipstick, the info in the palm pilot, etc.Glennishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03681336164718681936noreply@blogger.com