tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11932117.post5457103277079808243..comments2023-12-11T16:47:48.512-06:00Comments on Three O'Clock in the Morning: Monday Bloody MondayFletcherDodgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00870340800475532887noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11932117.post-14539323769884969522007-05-23T10:40:00.000-05:002007-05-23T10:40:00.000-05:00I do the same kind of thing to my little brother: ...I do the same kind of thing to my little brother: <BR/><BR/>"Hey little brother, you remember the time I made you close your eyes then stuck a cinimon TicTac up your nose? You cried like crasy. Man, that was funny."FletcherDodgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00870340800475532887noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11932117.post-82174173096135199652007-05-22T21:11:00.000-05:002007-05-22T21:11:00.000-05:00Spyder's right, Emaw. A parent would always bring...Spyder's right, Emaw. A parent would always bring up my big accident. "Remember the time you fell and knocked your front teeth deep into your skull, Happy? You sure bled a lot. We weren't sure you'd survive." Gee, thanks for the reminder.Happy In Baghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03325328547476858000noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11932117.post-35984335398420587372007-05-22T01:43:00.000-05:002007-05-22T01:43:00.000-05:00She won't remember a thing if you don't reminder h...She won't remember a thing if you don't reminder her of it. When I was as tall as a door handle I was hit in the forehead when the door was opened. I was the first child to need stitches. Mom freaked because it was on my face & me being female. But the scar never bothered me. But come to think of it I don't like needles. So....Spyderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10469832764480816567noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11932117.post-63906745013968528542007-05-21T18:59:00.000-05:002007-05-21T18:59:00.000-05:00Whoa, didn't realize commenting on previous post w...Whoa, didn't realize commenting on previous post was turned off. That error has been corrected. <BR/><BR/>And you're right, your trauma doesn't make me feel better. But I guess it's things like this that make us who we are.FletcherDodgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00870340800475532887noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11932117.post-38084597113264467442007-05-21T17:21:00.000-05:002007-05-21T17:21:00.000-05:00I know this won't make you feel any better, but I'...I know this won't make you feel any better, but I'm still mildy traumatized from a similar childhood accident.<BR/><BR/>And since commenting on your previous post doesn't seem to be an option: <BR/><BR/>It's true that several cool and hip people were in my home Saturday. I certainly wasn't one of them. They don't come any goofier than me.Happy In Baghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03325328547476858000noreply@blogger.com