tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36098188.post5183334549947676020..comments2023-10-07T05:52:57.119-06:00Comments on She Says It's Pretty Dumb: My FaultChelle / Chelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02631096463210948440noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36098188.post-5720347884248698102006-12-08T12:04:00.000-07:002006-12-08T12:04:00.000-07:00Are you sure we don't have some of the same relati...Are you sure we don't have some of the same relatives?<br /><br />I mean, your ex sounds like my future father-in-law. <br /><br />They both need to be hit by cement trucks.Sudiegirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16803331651685046953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36098188.post-43982380207352007152006-12-04T07:52:00.000-07:002006-12-04T07:52:00.000-07:00Wow sounds like my ex...The BoobWow sounds like my ex...The BoobAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11294411434064631525noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36098188.post-31060718567037622252006-12-02T08:43:00.000-07:002006-12-02T08:43:00.000-07:00You should meet my father in law. Nothing is his f...You should meet my father in law. Nothing is his fault, so the universe could make sense for him if he just knew you. But I like you. Please don't ever meet him.<br /><br />And the ex-spouse's perspective tend to get more stunning as we step back more, don't they?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08945496518937744481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36098188.post-63016951045790447302006-12-01T05:32:00.000-07:002006-12-01T05:32:00.000-07:00My second son was a screamer, too. Psst.. there's ...My second son was a screamer, too. Psst.. there's a reason I call my ex Butthead ;)Barbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13408633498198921799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36098188.post-35782922332167835822006-11-30T22:33:00.000-07:002006-11-30T22:33:00.000-07:00I had to chuckle on this one. That line is exactly...I had to chuckle on this one. That line is exactly the line my ex uses on me lol. At least you didn't let it get you down. Oh, when my son was a wee little tyke, he would cry for seemingly no reason too. The cure was to take him for a ride in the car. It worked pretty much every time.Mikehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08470810712605287458noreply@blogger.com