tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post113683784744718936..comments2007-02-22T21:00:18.646-05:00Mrs. Harridanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01243591806894404860noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post-1136902692179463362006-01-10T09:18:00.000-05:002006-01-10T09:18:00.000-05:002006-01-10T09:18:00.000-05:00Omg. You mean I have something going FOR me? Thank the noodle God for being Italian.Tinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188363142469404823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post-1136851418562745672006-01-09T19:03:00.000-05:002006-01-09T19:03:00.000-05:002006-01-09T19:03:00.000-05:00I forgot to add that I'll definitely be thinking of you on the 13th! And the number 13 is a lucky number for Italians--maybe that's why it's always worked for you, Tink. :)Arabellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09284348393988748820noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post-1136851329726339232006-01-09T19:02:00.000-05:002006-01-09T19:02:00.000-05:002006-01-09T19:02:00.000-05:00I am so, so jealous of the pepper-shaped Le Creuset. And that dinner sounds AMAZING.<BR/><BR/>Perhaps we B-Listers who are attempting to get pregnant should make a deal that if one of us gets pregnant with multiples, we share the extras with the others. KIDDING. SO KIDDING it's not even funny.Arabellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09284348393988748820noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post-1136849735059405962006-01-09T18:35:00.000-05:002006-01-09T18:35:00.000-05:002006-01-09T18:35:00.000-05:00Why can't someone fix allergies?<BR/>And why do children always barf in places with the most crevices (like carseats, corners of beds, couches)?<BR/>But the meal sounded heavenly!Mignonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07716330276288396317noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post-1136844603150282222006-01-09T17:10:00.000-05:002006-01-09T17:10:00.000-05:002006-01-09T17:10:00.000-05:00Mmmm, tastes like chicken!Mrs. Harridanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01243591806894404860noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post-1136843712061415572006-01-09T16:55:00.000-05:002006-01-09T16:55:00.000-05:002006-01-09T16:55:00.000-05:00Friday the 13ths have always been LUCKY for me. I'm just naturally wicked I guess ;). BTW these two sentences ran together in my head to form a pretty nasty mental image: <BR/><BR/>"And then Booby forgot to lock the cats in the basement once everyone got to our house. But that part was easily remedied. And I cooked!"<BR/><BR/>LOL.Tinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188363142469404823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post-1136840969260997552006-01-09T16:09:00.000-05:002006-01-09T16:09:00.000-05:002006-01-09T16:09:00.000-05:00Excellent. Thanks for the heads-up on Blog for Choice. I'll join you. <BR/><BR/>And I so feel you on the cat allergic house guests. It's the only time you could actually and truly eat off of my floors.TBhttp://soulgardening.typepad.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post-1136840525998045872006-01-09T16:02:00.000-05:002006-01-09T16:02:00.000-05:002006-01-09T16:02:00.000-05:00Well I for one, AM into that kind of thing and will not be at all put off by any and all physical descriptions! I'll definitely be thinking of you on the 13th!<BR/><BR/>Oh and I love the Blog for Choice idea!Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02847340662459584386noreply@blogger.com