tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post5823334237283669058..comments2024-01-01T20:33:52.554-08:00Comments on a moon, worn as if it had been a shell: White-knuckling itElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-8151924552207491082014-08-22T15:56:39.699-07:002014-08-22T15:56:39.699-07:00You are not alone in this feeling!You are not alone in this feeling!Gbergerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08895779471612397202noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-46484291208719082002014-08-16T09:49:25.753-07:002014-08-16T09:49:25.753-07:00Henry wears glasses?! I don't think I knew tha...Henry wears glasses?! I don't think I knew that. I can't even imagine how unsettling it must be to have a child driving. But when I was a teenager I felt more than ready!Steve Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-30007677314314623562014-08-16T09:46:17.332-07:002014-08-16T09:46:17.332-07:00Whoo boy. I remember those days. Good luck! Whoo boy. I remember those days. Good luck! Lesliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01221703763145912238noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-90032393025400593122014-08-16T06:28:24.403-07:002014-08-16T06:28:24.403-07:00Just keep breathing. Just keep breathing. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-80205454969497245342014-08-16T04:54:39.913-07:002014-08-16T04:54:39.913-07:00Been there, done that x 2. Deep breath!
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...Been there, done that x 2. Deep breath! <br /><br />Best,<br />BonnieFrom the Kitchenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00789641912016566894noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-77526118772808225052014-08-15T21:28:39.675-07:002014-08-15T21:28:39.675-07:00Ha! Brave mom!! My parents wouldn't even dri...Ha! Brave mom!! My parents wouldn't even drive with me when I was learning. Self-preservation, I guess. My daughter's step-mom rode with her -- as she slammed into the picket fence exiting our own driveway. My nerves!!Tarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03052375488090209961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-5328106690880905632014-08-15T19:01:47.062-07:002014-08-15T19:01:47.062-07:00You or Henry? ;)You or Henry? ;)Mama Dhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02486091328948046021noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-45995061020995619452014-08-15T17:21:47.867-07:002014-08-15T17:21:47.867-07:00Where did my name go?Where did my name go?Radish Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06534752971317927559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-51132815335739815482014-08-15T17:21:14.071-07:002014-08-15T17:21:14.071-07:00Arghhhhhhhhh Arrrrrghhhhhh!
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ReiArghhhhhhhhh Arrrrrghhhhhh!<br />Love<br />ReiRadish Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06534752971317927559noreply@blogger.com