tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777680993366017928.post8138275399925334379..comments2023-08-24T06:26:46.444-05:00Comments on Wallydraigle: The Eye of SauronWallydraiglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06788768038088748437noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777680993366017928.post-79874489494099153482011-07-23T22:58:44.035-05:002011-07-23T22:58:44.035-05:00You are hilarious. Utterly hilarious. From "...You are hilarious. Utterly hilarious. From "warm pieces of lettuce with PMS" to "a little further (like, three yards)," to the part where you sat on a water bottle and should probably clean that up... or leave it for Jeremy. So funny.<br /><br />Congratulations on the house stuff (I'm totally confused about how what you said works, but I'll assume that it's just good news and be happy for you) and the stroller!<br /><br />The memories of Grace sound lovely. You made me try to think of whether I had the same sort of thing with Emily, and honestly, while I remember baby stuff (like, from when she was six months or younger), I don't so much remember our time together after that. It feels like Jenny has been here forever. It's always been the two of them. Which is odd, as mine are father apart than yours, so there should have been more times for me to remember. I'm also older, so maybe I'm losing my memory. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com