tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811123212028912969.post9085563066270564880..comments2023-09-30T09:56:22.502-04:00Comments on Mom's Sweet Spot: When I grow up.....Kay Klebbahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08785865440130483510noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811123212028912969.post-48237577674427297442009-02-24T10:04:00.000-05:002009-02-24T10:04:00.000-05:00I have that same pet peeve. With my back problems ...I have that same pet peeve. With my back problems I have an extremely hard time sitting on those little tables. I get there early as you do with 30 minutes past my appointed time and when I ask how much longer it will be I get" he will be spending the same amount of time with you, Just be patient" then I get into the room and wait 30 - 45 minutes longer and still he spend 3 minutes with me I feel rushed and nothing is solved. What do they do to get so far behind? Another is, 'Hey if you drop it pick it up....' my husband dropped a serious of things yesterday. One of which was dropped in front of me. I said are you leaving that for me or did you hire a house keeper. It is still on the floor. If I leave it there do you think the elves will get it for me????hiyahunhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16900582697031171134noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811123212028912969.post-36867376412576186342009-02-24T05:56:00.000-05:002009-02-24T05:56:00.000-05:00I am not dad. I will never send back a Pepsi beca...I am not dad. I will never send back a Pepsi because it does not taste like Pepsi. Or at least, not in front of you.Kay Klebbahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08785865440130483510noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811123212028912969.post-45180306287120593032009-02-23T07:08:00.000-05:002009-02-23T07:08:00.000-05:00You are so Dad. I didn't get that gene.You are so Dad. I didn't get that gene.Dawn Cartwrighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03817885531403382365noreply@blogger.com