tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post114011979386461199..comments2007-02-22T21:00:25.555-05:00Mrs. Harridanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01243591806894404860noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post-1140195742204797822006-02-17T12:02:00.000-05:002006-02-17T12:02:00.000-05:002006-02-17T12:02:00.000-05:00Jeez, will you come to my house when I'm out of town and clean out my frige, organize my photos and leave chocolates and a card? I promise to leave you some Pinot Noir and a few varieties of soft cheese. How awesome are you?TBhttp://soulgardening.typepad.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post-1140195278201575732006-02-17T11:54:00.000-05:002006-02-17T11:54:00.000-05:002006-02-17T11:54:00.000-05:00Booby is emailing me the photos tonight - look for them soon!Mrs. Harridanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01243591806894404860noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post-1140194908871052932006-02-17T11:48:00.000-05:002006-02-17T11:48:00.000-05:002006-02-17T11:48:00.000-05:00My mother forced me to wear a pixie hair cut. And, believe me this face (B4 make-up)and that short of hair (b4 gel & blow dryers) was NOT a pretty blend. Yours cannot be as bad and would be really fun to see.DebbieDoesLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03060807459671444827noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post-1140152134172160812006-02-16T23:55:00.000-05:002006-02-16T23:55:00.000-05:002006-02-16T23:55:00.000-05:00I recently went on a frame-buying frenzy at Target, came home, and immediately put together a lovely montage featuring my husband's and my senior prom pictures. His screams 1980, with a white and powder blue tux, complete with ruffled shirt (his date has the Dorothy Hammill wedge), and mine screams 1992, with my date (the lovely <A HREF="http://isprattle.blogspot.com" REL="nofollow">Bosom Buddy</A>) in his big hair and our matching Doctor Martin shoes. I'm sure my daughter will be mortified by this someday.Tits McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05627125434096594252noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post-1140151570039181792006-02-16T23:46:00.000-05:002006-02-16T23:46:00.000-05:002006-02-16T23:46:00.000-05:00Yes, yes! We'll play nice. We promise. :o)<BR/><BR/>Oooo...my word verification is like a new Japanese Sushi fusion restaurant: FsiusiNo namehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01494956574025803344noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post-1140151338445468772006-02-16T23:42:00.000-05:002006-02-16T23:42:00.000-05:002006-02-16T23:42:00.000-05:00I love to scrapbook, but it is time consuming and messy and I do prefer a chair.<BR/><BR/>Run away and hide the pictures! Send them to me, I would NEVER post them on my blog...NEVER.Ditsy Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08801447926703973796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post-1140133811083662172006-02-16T18:50:00.000-05:002006-02-16T18:50:00.000-05:002006-02-16T18:50:00.000-05:00Must. See. Photos.<BR/><BR/>Please? Pretty please? With Sugar in the Raw and organic cream?<BR/><BR/>If you show them to me, I will show you the photos of me at 13. I only recently showed them to my husband, fearing an annullment on the grounds of "frightening adolescent appearance."Arabellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09284348393988748820noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post-1140130842200619602006-02-16T18:00:00.000-05:002006-02-16T18:00:00.000-05:002006-02-16T18:00:00.000-05:00I'm with Tink -- beat him at his own game!mama_tuliphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17120967639391779182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post-1140129248174576342006-02-16T17:34:00.000-05:002006-02-16T17:34:00.000-05:002006-02-16T17:34:00.000-05:00Mrs. Harridan-<BR/><BR/>No one--but NO ONE--had as awkward and prolonged adolescence as I did. It took me YEARS to grow into this nose. My mother also has a "thing" about women/girls with long hair and convinced me to cut my hair short--not anticipating the unexpected and unruly way my hair would flip up in one direction and not in another. Then she made things worse by saving money and trimming my bangs herself. Oh the tragedy that is the photographic proof of my ugly mug PLUS a hideous haircut. No way yours could be worse.wordgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13342822569920907220noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post-1140127506205546442006-02-16T17:05:00.000-05:002006-02-16T17:05:00.000-05:002006-02-16T17:05:00.000-05:00I may have to rise to the challenge! I will try to get him to send me them tonight. ;) Sharpen your knives, ladies!Mrs. Harridanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01243591806894404860noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post-1140127358969567752006-02-16T17:02:00.000-05:002006-02-16T17:02:00.000-05:002006-02-16T17:02:00.000-05:00I think you should beat him to the punch and post all of them yourself. ;) Come on, we'll be kind.Tinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188363142469404823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post-1140120518034109182006-02-16T15:08:00.000-05:002006-02-16T15:08:00.000-05:002006-02-16T15:08:00.000-05:00Oh, come on! You've got to give us at least <EM>one</EM> photo! How about the one where you look like a model? Although I'd love to see the mullet...The Gradual Gardenerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08164817489584154198noreply@blogger.com