tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278805446419475912.post404026802193520505..comments2024-01-25T13:50:36.131-08:00Comments on Excavator: Before coffee:excavatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12977971829976807873noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278805446419475912.post-28339329982133682942008-04-22T07:11:00.000-07:002008-04-22T07:11:00.000-07:00Lori,Yeah, don't you feel like some sort of neurot...Lori,<BR/><BR/>Yeah, don't you feel like some sort of neurotic OCD personality-type with misplaced priorities when you see him coming, arms (and fingers) outstretched?: "STOP!!! First go wash those hands!!!!" Do you ever think to yourself, 'it shouldn't matter to me if I were a REALLY loving mother?'<BR/><BR/>Someday he'll be unable to run his fingers through his lady-love's hair without an inexplicable urge to wash his hands.<BR/><BR/>My dilemma is similar when Scott has just taken a huge draught of chocolate milk and then wants to smash his face into my belly for a GREAT BIG hug--and I've just put on a white shirt.<BR/><BR/>Doug--all I can say is, "BAWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"<BR/><BR/>snort...<BR/><BR/>'...Ugh! Surely it is not a rose garland, fresh and wel smllynge and nowe be washed if it were in Connores buttok.'<BR/><BR/>HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA 'Pray telleth me if yow were sittynge on hys hond'...<BR/><BR/>oh!oh--thanks for the laugh to start the day.<BR/><BR/>heeeheheheheeheeeheeeheeeeeexcavatorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12977971829976807873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278805446419475912.post-33561804078916713752008-04-22T01:31:00.000-07:002008-04-22T01:31:00.000-07:00The English language is constantly changing... 15 ...The English language is constantly changing... 15 years ago we would have said something different...100 years ago... 500.. I thought I'd look up Chaucer and see what might have been said in a similar situation back then...<BR/><BR/><I>Oh Connore why dost thou compleyne and crye that Scotte hath yow mysboden or offended? Pray telleth me if yow were sittynge on hys hond.<BR/><BR/>And Scotte lene me youre hond… <BR/><BR/>...Ugh! Surely it is not a rose garland, fresh and wel smellynge and most nowe be washed if it were in Connores buttok.<BR/><BR/>And now, all be filthe that cometh out at mine mouthe and it shal too be washed wyth sope.</I>Douglas Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02123669708037831176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278805446419475912.post-88449215140669736962008-04-21T11:23:00.000-07:002008-04-21T11:23:00.000-07:00I read this 3 minutes ago and am still laughing.Yo...I read this 3 minutes ago and am still laughing.<BR/><BR/>You know what really bites? Having a son who LOVES to run his fingers through your newly washed hair (and you know where those fingers have been).<BR/><BR/>Still laughing.Lori Lavender Luzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15394441222262940632noreply@blogger.com