tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9654317.post114144067135288040..comments2023-08-01T05:22:26.312-07:00Comments on My Misadventures of Life: My Eye Is A FootballMelissa is...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05976367026389720659noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9654317.post-1141960381119542592006-03-09T19:13:00.000-08:002006-03-09T19:13:00.000-08:00good grief Mel! that has got to be one of THE BEST...good grief Mel! that has got to be one of THE BEST things that I have heard this month (not the astigmatism part, but the story in general). I can't decide if your dad getting on the phone to casually say "sorry dear, that's my fault..." or the light-bulb are my favorite. You are gifted girl.Twisted, but gifted. Unfortunately I haven't felt up to posting much lately, so I've chosen to live vicariously through you for the time being...at least until I get a life after term ends in 2 weeks. Ahhhh!!!!!!!!! Yes I screamed. Miss you!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9654317.post-1141499372756779512006-03-04T11:09:00.000-08:002006-03-04T11:09:00.000-08:00OH MY GOD! Not the lightbulb!!!!OH MY GOD! Not the lightbulb!!!!ghartsteinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12181957461644446687noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9654317.post-1141457896974453892006-03-03T23:38:00.000-08:002006-03-03T23:38:00.000-08:00Funny! Is it me, or do our conversations with our...Funny! Is it me, or do our conversations with our parents get crazier when we get older?<BR/><BR/>Especially love your predicament at the end.Erinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10267632487227331255noreply@blogger.com