tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12159162.post8170558976587081699..comments2023-11-02T09:32:19.384-04:00Comments on In Blue Ink: One of those daysa/k/a Nadinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09499119739368587916noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12159162.post-62004762600127743792009-06-05T21:32:28.068-04:002009-06-05T21:32:28.068-04:00I have been too traumatized just reading this post...I have been too traumatized just reading this post to even comment. Droplets of poop is not a phrase I need to keep reading. Gah.BerryBirdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01688522956177325844noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12159162.post-81083619880654630502009-06-02T21:57:45.222-04:002009-06-02T21:57:45.222-04:00Lawnmowers and poopy dogs can be quite trying. Ha...Lawnmowers and poopy dogs can be quite trying. Having the right man around can be helpful (but not always). I'm lucky right now to have one that does all that. Not pooping inaprpriately, just mowing the lawn.Mary Stebbins Taitthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10626507461216769140noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12159162.post-54231056535980429142009-05-30T23:00:31.924-04:002009-05-30T23:00:31.924-04:00Bummer about the diarrhea, droplets, AND mower. Pe...Bummer about the diarrhea, droplets, AND mower. Perhaps it was all just a sign that you needed to chill today? Not all was lost. Think of all the posts in the recent past where such relaxing was prohibited with all the work you had to do :)Momma Valhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18082502507626151251noreply@blogger.com