tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516392886578064543.post7514874436959395506..comments2023-11-03T06:12:03.847-05:00Comments on Mrs. Linklater's Guide to the Universe: Last Saturday's SixMrs. Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16582230399160973531noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516392886578064543.post-10236163310203702812006-06-16T02:43:00.000-05:002006-06-16T02:43:00.000-05:00I can imagine the small fry not being able to tack...I can imagine the small fry not being able to tackle the "L' sounds in your name. Like a natural tongue-twister for the toddler set.<br>I'm waving... :)<br>AnnaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516392886578064543.post-80604695163198652562006-06-16T08:52:00.000-05:002006-06-16T08:52:00.000-05:00I used to have a HUGE pine tree in my front yard, ...I used to have a HUGE pine tree in my front yard, but it was blasted by lightning so many times over the past several years, that I had to eventually remove it. <br><br>-Dan<br>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516392886578064543.post-32347417285236374322006-06-18T13:22:00.000-05:002006-06-18T13:22:00.000-05:00I have always lived places where the neighbors doo...I have always lived places where the neighbors doors were rarely knocked on...we just barged right in, as they did at our house. this place where we live now is weird, people act like you are trying to sell them soemthing if you speak. I am only acquainted with the dogs.<br>MartiAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com