tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post6062892793795182192..comments2024-03-28T03:13:37.212-05:00Comments on Althouse: "If a possum takes up residence in your shed, grab a barbecue brush to coax him out. If he doesn't leave..."Ann Althousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01630636239933008807noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post-88599186728012114842013-09-11T21:10:01.261-05:002013-09-11T21:10:01.261-05:00Twee incoherence.Twee incoherence.Scotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14341576498315327700noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post-40585968549520302662013-09-11T18:58:04.214-05:002013-09-11T18:58:04.214-05:00I got my kids eating broccoli by having them prete...I got my kids eating broccoli by having them pretend they were dinosaurs eating trees.<br /><br />Worked great!lonetownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10969510756729828503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post-87920088853511044862013-09-11T18:18:30.543-05:002013-09-11T18:18:30.543-05:00I lost my mother at a young age but the quirkiness...I lost my mother at a young age but the quirkiness of my Dad's second wife could be summed up thus:<br /><br />When administering physical discipline, any solid object within arms reach is fair game.<br /><br />heyboomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03927549491498600516noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post-620840680407555102013-09-11T15:30:12.364-05:002013-09-11T15:30:12.364-05:00I misread that list as a step-by-step procedure fo...I misread that list as a step-by-step procedure for getting a possum out of your shed, and I was wondering were this was going! Dawkins messes up MY reading comprehension too.Gabriel Hannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12356186353979140904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post-12179857566281977412013-09-11T15:18:19.346-05:002013-09-11T15:18:19.346-05:00Maybe not for you Ann, but for those of us of a mo...Maybe not for you Ann, but for those of us of a more swarthy complexion a burn does in fact fade to a tan.Belialhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00492030719082936888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post-44865636462764790102013-09-11T12:10:10.156-05:002013-09-11T12:10:10.156-05:00Independence! @!$?*!!!Independence! @!$?*!!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post-60262548815301192252013-09-11T12:09:17.156-05:002013-09-11T12:09:17.156-05:00A couple of Independance Days ago a raccoon staked... A couple of Independance Days ago a raccoon staked out the front deck as his turf. I don't know why he was so bold, perhaps he was sick, or perhaps Porky, our roast pig lured him there because some careless eaters dropped tidbits and we were too tired that night to clean the deck. At any rate someone went outside for a drink on the deck and saw him sitting there as if he owned the joint. My two sons in law and a boyfriend trapped him in a garbage can, (I don't quite know how they managed to perform this feat of foolish bravery) lidded it and took him several miles away in a wooded area and let him loose, so they say. Hope they didn't kill the poor thing. They said he looked sick, hmmmm. That was pretty damn dumb.<br /><br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post-21591236581236820842013-09-11T12:08:15.892-05:002013-09-11T12:08:15.892-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post-32446852142529147712013-09-11T11:26:29.004-05:002013-09-11T11:26:29.004-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post-70828490747930228922013-09-11T10:56:08.831-05:002013-09-11T10:56:08.831-05:00When someone her age dies in WFB, I always wonder ...When someone her age dies in WFB, I always wonder how she would have been connected to my Mom, who was a similar age and who grew up on E. Beaumont.<br /><br />They surely must have known some of the same people even though Mom left WFB in the late 40s. I like to think of connections like that.MadisonManhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01212179466758420208noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post-65550365808666111452013-09-11T10:25:40.931-05:002013-09-11T10:25:40.931-05:00At the dinner table when I was perhaps eight years...At the dinner table when I was perhaps eight years old, I was telling a story, and my mother told me something like this: "You should think about whether the people you're talking to want to hear what you're saying."Bob Ellisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10446972838620138676noreply@blogger.com