tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516392886578064543.post5158665280552996358..comments2023-11-03T06:12:03.847-05:00Comments on Mrs. Linklater's Guide to the Universe: French Toast with Eggs, Heavy Cream, Vanilla, Cinnamon and Orange ZestMrs. Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16582230399160973531noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516392886578064543.post-41982948739795686862006-01-22T23:12:00.001-06:002006-01-22T23:12:00.001-06:00Gee, I hope it wasn't the neighbor who pooped ...Gee, I hope it wasn't the neighbor who pooped in your yard. I'm more of a waffle person myself, but good french toast is hard to resist. AnneAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516392886578064543.post-42066477640549719192006-01-22T23:12:00.000-06:002006-01-22T23:12:00.000-06:00I was on a Caribbean cruise, just starting a step ...I was on a Caribbean cruise, just starting a step class, when someone tapped me on my shoulder from behind. The couple behind me work out in my gym. Yeah, you can run, but you can't hide!<br><br>xoxoAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516392886578064543.post-20347394179003019022006-01-22T23:52:00.000-06:002006-01-22T23:52:00.000-06:00Just so you know, because I can't tell -- the ...Just so you know, because I can't tell -- the entry about someone pooping on my lawn was a METAPHOR for the ads AOL was posting on our journals, not a REAL event. Mrs. LAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516392886578064543.post-17133764899059319102006-01-23T00:07:00.000-06:002006-01-23T00:07:00.000-06:00Oh my gosh, that just 'tickled' me so ... ...Oh my gosh, that just 'tickled' me so ... the whole entry, but especially your friend's comment about 'sneaking off to Africa'! lololol ... thanks for the laughter. JudyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516392886578064543.post-27924413966592135472006-01-23T01:23:00.000-06:002006-01-23T01:23:00.000-06:00Just the title of this entry is enough to make one...Just the title of this entry is enough to make one salivate. I tasted vicariously and it was scrumptious! As for the neighbor at Starbucks experience, I've had some similar ones with people turning up at odd times and in odd places. Almost makes you wonder if those things are simply coincidence or there is some sort of Plan.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516392886578064543.post-51140333048184101532006-01-23T03:29:00.000-06:002006-01-23T03:29:00.000-06:00Good Friends Good food - what more could anyone as...Good Friends Good food - what more could anyone ask for....Odd about bumping into your neighbour, these things happen so often....loved your friends remark about not cheating on his wife..too funny... but probably true I'm sad to say. lol...AllyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516392886578064543.post-71748133198157177012006-01-23T14:05:00.000-06:002006-01-23T14:05:00.000-06:00We were hours from home....4 as a matter of fact, ...We were hours from home....4 as a matter of fact, in another state, in Walmart of all places, when we ran into half the town we live in. I stoped counting after the 6th couple. <br><br>Why were they all in that state? I know they wern't there for the same reason I was (goat show).... ok so ONE of them was. <br><br>I blame in on the fact that that is almost the closest Walmart to us.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516392886578064543.post-62678520078667896492006-01-23T23:22:00.000-06:002006-01-23T23:22:00.000-06:00compared to my usual black coffee and cigarette .....compared to my usual black coffee and cigarette ... your breakfast kind of puts mine to shame.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516392886578064543.post-89795268925036763702006-01-24T13:32:00.000-06:002006-01-24T13:32:00.000-06:00Mrs. LThe last time we drove from Savannah, Georgi...Mrs. L<br>The last time we drove from Savannah, Georgia to upstate New York to visit my wife's relatives, we were six hours out of town at a combo gas station/convenience store/Subway Sandwich shop and two states away. As I held the door open for Paulette to go in, out walks a customer of my marina that I see every other day. You just never know!<br>SamAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516392886578064543.post-69236824061679693112006-01-25T10:01:00.000-06:002006-01-25T10:01:00.000-06:00I agree..eggs are eggs, pancakes are pancakes, but...I agree..eggs are eggs, pancakes are pancakes, but good French toast will bring me back every time. <br>Anna<br><br>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516392886578064543.post-44894540657010982862006-01-31T15:15:00.000-06:002006-01-31T15:15:00.000-06:00just goes to show, you should live as if everythin...just goes to show, you should live as if everything you do will one day be known.<br>MartiAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com