At Sunday, September 02, 2007 9:13:00 PM, tazzie
Heheheehe, I feel for you. My five year old decided that he didn't want his gum anymore, and since I was taking a nap on the couch, MY hair was the best place for it. Of course, I happen to be one of those tosser and turner type people too. We had to finally cut it out, after trying every "old-wives-tale" tricks in the book. So, I have a huge chunk of hair missing from the back. And my hair hung down to almost my rear. I cried. Alot.
At Monday, September 03, 2007 8:48:00 AM, Pumpkin
Hey there! This is my first visit to your site and I came here by way of 'Wide Lawns and Narrow Minds.
Apart from the fact that I think your blog page set-up is by far the coolest thing I've seen in a while, I've read a couple of hours worth of your posts and with/without ghostie type stuff, I think you're a damn funny woman with brilliant writing style!!
I'm going to be linking to you as I'm pretty sure I wanna be checking into this blog every day (and it's much easier with a link than just a bookmark!)plus I've still got a bit of back reading to be done.
ps, the ghostie thing has always interested me, however, as much as it interests me whilst I'm in a safe ghost-free house, I think I'd be in a state of perma-dirty underwear if I'd had what you had going on....you got my respect for dealing with it for that long!!!!
Pps Sympathies on losing the marshmallow and the hair.....been there with a toffie sweetie, it sucks!
x
That is the funniest thing that I have heard all day. I can just imagine the child coming at you with that stick and marshmallow!!!! Good times, good times.