tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-464509310028636226.post7093934514979372254..comments2024-01-31T02:25:43.428+10:00Comments on Amarinda Jones: Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12012768592941285677noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-464509310028636226.post-4777703457372982612008-05-17T10:37:00.000+10:002008-05-17T10:37:00.000+10:00I like socks. I buy lots at the dollar store. Ones...I like socks. I buy lots at the dollar store. Ones with c ats and baseball and cuffs. Anything cute. The daughter always steals the ones with anything to do with softball.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03534849962517743534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-464509310028636226.post-73630423202616443632008-05-17T06:07:00.000+10:002008-05-17T06:07:00.000+10:00I always wear my colorful holiday socks to the dr'...I always wear my colorful holiday socks to the dr's, so he, ah, a-hem...has something better to look at! The ones with the jingle bells cracked him up once:)Molly Danielshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01488325587798390008noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-464509310028636226.post-70055232009903010152008-05-17T02:11:00.000+10:002008-05-17T02:11:00.000+10:00Great blog, thanks for the laugh. I'm standing by ...Great blog, thanks for the laugh. I'm standing by my man. He's a good one, handsome and smart, and so generous and helpful. Okay I better let him read this so he'd let me type in peace today.LOL<BR/><BR/>Now I love your theory about chocolate. Unfortunately I have an allergy to chocolate, sort of. As soon as I eat a chocolate it turns into fat that settled on my hips and belly. Bab, bad allergy.Mona Riskhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14923883333893160794noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-464509310028636226.post-59069670513264924462008-05-17T01:16:00.000+10:002008-05-17T01:16:00.000+10:00I do so love matching my footwear to my mood. Eve...I do so love matching my footwear to my mood. Even better because few ever get it. Sometimes it's socks. Sometimes it's shoes. Sometimes it's a combination. Occasionally someone works up the nerve to ask. The look that follows the explanation is priceless.<BR/><BR/>So what was dinner?barbara hufferthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10110190714520012040noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-464509310028636226.post-7591940529268562712008-05-17T00:53:00.000+10:002008-05-17T00:53:00.000+10:00Ah, I too have a huge sock collection. We could pr...Ah, I too have a huge sock collection. We could probably trade. <BR/><BR/>Only you could go for a walk and find condoms. I never find anything interesting.<BR/><BR/>Hope you decided what to have dinner. It is a perplexing problem, isn't it?Anny Cookhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05305873753916213970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-464509310028636226.post-74219673803508754192008-05-17T00:47:00.000+10:002008-05-17T00:47:00.000+10:00I worked at an insurance company for all of two we...I worked at an insurance company for all of two weeks and a message like that kept popping up (b/c apparently I didn't get that I shouldn't be looking at certain stuff...like my email). Unfortunately it was under my trainer's name and I quit after two weeks (out of sheer boredom) I always hoped I never got her in trouble.<BR/><BR/>Hmmmm, socks? I stare at anyone w/ socks, but only b/c I'm fascinated. I don't like anything restrictive on my feet and only wear flip-flops or sandals. (I'm a Florida girl)<BR/><BR/>The man annoys me sometimes, but I'm sure I annoy him even more. It's a tradeoff ;)Katie Reushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18085461796363818906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-464509310028636226.post-32705568044314169112008-05-16T22:53:00.000+10:002008-05-16T22:53:00.000+10:00Oh dear. I do hope you figured out what to have fo...Oh dear. I do hope you figured out what to have for dinner. That's most distressing.<BR/><BR/>cowlicks. Cowlicks make me stare though not for long. Mostly I begin thinking about the origins of the name "cowlick" and if cowlicked person stuckt their head by a cow and say, "go on, have a lick". Then I go into the saliva thoughts.... So it's not really the cowlick at all, just the thought process which always follows it.Phoenixhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14947952583116323744noreply@blogger.com