Originally Posted by gaigai

Yeah, you know how we women are constantly comparing!

P.S. I told Mom you were cold in Guam, and she said tough tookies, she's colder here in Houston! LOL

Originally Posted by sandpat

Sheeeesh you guys!!!! What a conversation! I have no kids and no crappy stories......well, except when I was in, I think, the second grade...my boyfriend from down the street (well, gosh...he did have that huge Dane that I pretended was a horse and rode him...thus..loved the boy) was at my house and we were riding the dog around the yard when my little brother burst out the back door...undies around his ankles...running (well hobbling) across the backyard, hollering for Mom at the top of his lungs to "come wipe my butt!".. I couldn't spell mortifiied at the time, but I did learn what it meant!!! :shock:

Originally Posted by tlrnhi

LOL Patti!
I'm sure if you want, there are small children that can go and visit you for a while! lol

Originally Posted by gaigai

When we lived in Pennsylvania, our house was on a steep hill. The front of the house was street level, but at the back of the house you had to go down a flight of stairs to get to the back yard. The back of the basement opened directly out to the backyard. At the far end of the backyard was an alley with our garage.

We had a big german shepherd named "Hans" (I still giggle over k3n's husband). During the winter, dad shoveled a path just wide enough to get from the house to the garage. And all winter long, that is where the dog did his business. Well, come the spring, it's still cold, but the snow is melting and all of us little hoodlums (there were 4 of us at that time) had cabin fever. So mom bundled us up and sent us out to the backyard. My brother was about 18 months, and was running and slipped and rolled all the way down the path, hitting every single pile of stuff that was there. And remember, it was no longer frozen! Fortunately there were two big washtubs in the basement. Mom picked him up at arms length and stood him in the tub to strip and scour! We still laugh about it 50 years later!!

Originally Posted by sandpat

Sheeeesh you guys!!!! What a conversation! I have no kids and no crappy stories......well, except when I was in, I think, the second grade...my boyfriend from down the street (well, gosh...he did have that huge Dane that I pretended was a horse and rode him...thus..loved the boy) was at my house and we were riding the dog around the yard when my little brother burst out the back door...undies around his ankles...running (well hobbling) across the backyard, hollering for Mom at the top of his lungs to "come wipe my butt!".. I couldn't spell mortifiied at the time, but I did learn what it meant!!! :shock:

Originally Posted by k3n

Yeah, you can have Lily if you like - her time clock at the moment is on around 7.30am - I'm still sleeping and I hear 'Mummy, I've done a pooh!' So i stagger, half asleep into the bathroom to be confronted by a four year old bum sticking up in the air! :D

Originally Posted by Ninnie

Well , some things never change and the "Mare Stare" is still in the Ill be taking a road trip this weekend, but some how I don't think I will be missed! :(
This crazy "mare stare" sicknesswill go on with out me! :wink: But I'll be back Monday night! :D :D