tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4364575095827041469.post4795518066579862731..comments2023-07-22T05:27:49.707-05:00Comments on Trial Run: There will be ponies at 9.krlrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14392064691347464660noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4364575095827041469.post-55142004194430864992013-06-10T22:04:50.604-05:002013-06-10T22:04:50.604-05:00Good lord -- that's just colossal bad luck. An...Good lord -- that's just colossal bad luck. And I love that you acknowledged the absurdity of all of it, given the circumstances, and equally so that he needed to own his feelings, and it all just sucked! That being said, I have successfully managed to evade the requests for Dave and Buster's for THREE STRAIGHT YEARS. Now that my boy is twelve, I believe I've dodged a bullet!Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4364575095827041469.post-87946607769691878682013-06-10T12:41:45.189-05:002013-06-10T12:41:45.189-05:00Poor kid. . . he just can't ever get a birthda...Poor kid. . . he just can't ever get a birthday party. I think your hubby is attracting all those tornadoes to the Lambert. I remember when it hit nearly two years ago. Very freaky. It also causes severe damage to my aunt's house. She was at work but my cousin was home. My aunt called my cousin and said "this is for real! Get your butt into the basement". Just as A was running down the stairs, the windows started crashing in. Crazy crazy weather. Needless to say, A doesn't ignore the siren anymore. I want to hear about your new crafting skills. Post pics. Anna Theurerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06937391910402532608noreply@blogger.com