Comments on: lucky charm

By: Beta Mum

Beta Mum — Fri, 20 Apr 2007 09:02:28 +0000

His MUM washed them? Has he not figured out how to turn the machine on yet?!

By: Belle

Belle — Thu, 19 Apr 2007 15:03:35 +0000

Welsh Cake: I’d keep a tighter hold on those pasties;it sounds like Cornwall is one wild town!

As for your mother in law,I hope with all my shocked little heart that you returned the favor by “cleaning” her dentures (or some such item)in similar fashion ;)

Johnny 45: That’s tellin’ ‘er!

By: Outski

Outski — Wed, 18 Apr 2007 13:54:32 +0000

Ouch, I can’t imagine how painful those words of Tadpole’s were. I know I’m dreading the day when I first hear “Daddy I hate you” from one of mine. I know it’ll happen, kids having such an aversion to even a mild telling-off, but I know I’m going to have to leave the room when does.

@ Dave, yeah we called them that in London too.

@ Popo, where in Malaysia are/were you? I’m in KL myself. My site has contact details if you’re still here (sorry, PA, for using your place for this)

By: suziboo

suziboo — Wed, 18 Apr 2007 07:49:53 +0000

Haha, brings back memories. Five minutes into a first date I was ‘juiced’ on the head only I didn’t realise what it was so I put my hand into the warm smelly goo, under the horrified gaze of the chap I was trying so hard to impress…I had spent forever doing my ‘brushing’ too! As for good luck, well, I married him… take that as you will!

By: lisele

lisele — Tue, 17 Apr 2007 15:40:43 +0000

I supppose the Italians think like the French (or maybe it is that generation). My now somewhat elderly Italian mother always said the same thing. It tried to tell that to my daughter when she was 10 or 12 and had it in her hair, and she argued that it was most definitely not good luck, but rather the worst luck she had ever had!

By: Welsh Cake

Welsh Cake — Tue, 17 Apr 2007 13:47:21 +0000

That should have read – holiday makers.

By: Welsh Cake

Welsh Cake — Tue, 17 Apr 2007 13:46:18 +0000

You city dwellers have no idea what your talking about regarding shite hawks. I live in Cornwall where the bastards will swoop down and nick your fish and chips or pasties or indeed ice cream cones directly out of your grasp. When on hols this summer please don’t feed them. Last year when in St Ives I watched some hilday makers throwing chips at some seagulls. This huge one swooped down and on the way to steal their toddlers ice cream its beak tore the baby’s cheek literally in half.
Puts being crapped on in perspective.

By: Johnny

Johnny — Tue, 17 Apr 2007 13:07:56 +0000

You’ll just have to accept the fact that sometimes you’re the pigeon and sometimes you’re the statue.

By: Darla

Darla — Tue, 17 Apr 2007 12:54:19 +0000

You’re right!! There is nothing better then picking up my LM from daycare/preschool on my weeks turn to have him. The weeks w/o him are ever so lonely. But nothing beats your child darting towards you in full force with a gleaming smile ready to knock you down at that moment to see YOU, yes YOU!! Ah, I love my Fridays…

By: tonic

tonic — Tue, 17 Apr 2007 11:43:13 +0000

Mr. Frog always comes over as such a nice person in your posts. How can you write about an ex and not be even a teeny bit bitchy or critical sometimes? I know I couldn’t. You must be a much nicer person than I am (or just a good life-editor…)

PS Some bird crapped all over my clean washing this weekend. Once it was dry, of course.