tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113078734048084875.post2819300455475228965..comments2023-03-27T07:04:19.816-05:00Comments on mundane jane: No, really--I walked into a door. Really. Alright, alright already, it was a wall--but the door was in on it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113078734048084875.post-34997673292248013782007-11-06T15:44:00.000-06:002007-11-06T15:44:00.000-06:00I love the concept of 'the threes' - so true.I love the concept of 'the threes' - so true.Annehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12744935670083266833noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113078734048084875.post-72954861096313534752007-11-05T18:25:00.000-06:002007-11-05T18:25:00.000-06:00Yup, I knew once I started naming names that they ...Yup, I knew once I started naming names that they would start crawling back out of the woodwork.<BR/><BR/>(Claire would be the cat, who does not get facetime on this blog, since said blog belongs to a middle-aged woman and that would be just too creepy.)<BR/><BR/>mjMundane Janehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00477373984599476711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113078734048084875.post-52338839092066966732007-11-05T17:47:00.000-06:002007-11-05T17:47:00.000-06:00Tawana is strangely silent because she can't find ...Tawana is strangely silent because she can't find you home or only has a chance to call during nap time of which neither is good. But your solitare does beg the question, what's up with mom? How come she isn't calling?<BR/><BR/>I'll call you shortly. Love, T<BR/>P.S. The phone is just left of the wall you hit and 90 degrees of north of Claire.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com