tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916416825093476865.post8956490993300888325..comments2023-09-15T04:07:14.341-04:00Comments on Vesuvius At Home: The Monkey Bit Is TrueVesuvius At Homehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02783271096885148080noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916416825093476865.post-9560443886587916402012-11-29T01:07:09.435-05:002012-11-29T01:07:09.435-05:00Oooh. I popped in for a good one. The secret soc...Oooh. I popped in for a good one. The secret socialist, the short fuses, the alone time with the remote. And did you mention mimosas? <br /><br />Sorry I've been away. It's been a "we got the wrong toy from the Evil Empire" kind of month. <br /><br />I'll be back soon. You write so well. I'm a little jealous.Mariannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04509329937576764550noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916416825093476865.post-29817257604180206202012-11-26T11:03:18.709-05:002012-11-26T11:03:18.709-05:00I am so sorry to hear of sweet Indy's mafia lo...I am so sorry to hear of sweet Indy's mafia loss. I will light a candle for her toy and hope for brighter days ahead. <br />Yay you for doing all of the prescribed marital yoga! Somebody has to!<br />Don't resist Stepford-dom. It's underrated. And Valium is overrated, so long as you have enough coffee or, perhaps, cranberry mimosas.Marie at the Lazy Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11499662322233018616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916416825093476865.post-27065716166394458372012-11-21T10:17:47.910-05:002012-11-21T10:17:47.910-05:00Margi, you crack me up. He's from southern Cal...Margi, you crack me up. He's from southern California. A strange and foreign country indeed. Vesuvius At Homehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02783271096885148080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916416825093476865.post-29105390069656141312012-11-21T09:24:46.014-05:002012-11-21T09:24:46.014-05:00I always thought Noah looked like a foreigner. You...I always thought Noah looked like a foreigner. You've confirmed my suspicions.Margihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00380912871792176901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916416825093476865.post-41264062475857538682012-11-20T21:59:50.239-05:002012-11-20T21:59:50.239-05:00Was the monkey in the turkey, dancing? Or was he e...Was the monkey in the turkey, dancing? Or was he eating the turkey? Can't recall. I wish you were here at Thanksgiving as you were always such a help, "Another drink anyone? Anyone?" And remember we smashed plates on Saint Patrick's day, and threw drinks on Thanksgiving. But I actually remember you helping me make stuffed sweet potatoes, so you weren't just lovely scenery.<br />I'm sorry we can't all be together to chase the monkey, mash potatoes, enjoy Frances Extraordinaire and argue with passion of everything under the sun. "Another drink Anyone?"<br /> Happy Thanksgiving, I am forever thankful for you.<br />Love DadAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916416825093476865.post-5595150143828981042012-11-20T14:12:27.398-05:002012-11-20T14:12:27.398-05:00I haven't visited you for a while, having been...I haven't visited you for a while, having been all caught up in my own life lately (so self-centered, I know), but here I am with some time to kill (total lie; I have no time to kill and am currently behind on several time-sensitive chores)and as always, your post is a gift! I too scream and flip out over minor issues and then recoil in shock when I hear and see them freaking the freak out (subtle Victorious reference!)over something little. Maybe it's a Mom thing. (Or maybe it's an overly-stimulated-from-caffeine-thing.) Tarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12586250033479717511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916416825093476865.post-58686449496321434662012-11-20T13:57:28.297-05:002012-11-20T13:57:28.297-05:00My blog post today is a surreptitious clue to how ...My blog post today is a surreptitious clue to how I'm coping with my family in town for Thanksgiving.<br /><br />I'm wondering whether your husband can pick up some of Sophie's drugs while he's in Vancouver. Or better yet, when I have to go there next to fetch them, maybe you could meet me there?Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.com