tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969775012135767870.post1704857736426228654..comments2023-10-29T07:24:49.468-05:00Comments on LouCeeL: a RARE dayAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13024392628362568010noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969775012135767870.post-32251304202282465292011-10-30T17:36:35.225-05:002011-10-30T17:36:35.225-05:00Saying that you are going to work on the warm days...Saying that you are going to work on the warm days in the winter is nearly admitting that you won't be working on the bike at all... still live in the Chicago area, right..? :0)Big Mark 243https://www.blogger.com/profile/10974573439218884164noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969775012135767870.post-70412609899376880582011-10-30T06:01:06.503-05:002011-10-30T06:01:06.503-05:00I just saw the cutest little heater for a small sp...I just saw the cutest little heater for a small space- it looked like a stove that goes in a fireplace, logs and fire and all, and it pumps out heat. Every workshop needs one.Grandmother Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18169464484379536529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969775012135767870.post-28670049143879844772011-10-30T05:28:43.252-05:002011-10-30T05:28:43.252-05:00Roses are red
Violets are blue
I hate it when that...Roses are red<br />Violets are blue<br />I hate it when that happensAudubon Ronhttp://ducksmahal.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969775012135767870.post-54127664054484875312011-10-29T19:20:57.196-05:002011-10-29T19:20:57.196-05:00That is the worst when blogger goes wonky. The abs...That is the worst when blogger goes wonky. The absolute worst!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07874897254332872367noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969775012135767870.post-25619100415637277552011-10-29T19:00:49.918-05:002011-10-29T19:00:49.918-05:00Aw, I'm sorry. I've liked the poetryyou...Aw, I'm sorry. I've liked the poetryyou've posted.<br /><br />No heat? Did you get the snow that is trying to bury us now?PattiKenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02894925987580502697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969775012135767870.post-57146596461039178372011-10-29T19:00:27.531-05:002011-10-29T19:00:27.531-05:00Oh! DANG! I get so cranky when that happens. I a...Oh! DANG! I get so cranky when that happens. I am certain it was beautiful.Sophia Gracehttp://www.absurdgrace.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969775012135767870.post-81429368400138724042011-10-29T18:12:15.777-05:002011-10-29T18:12:15.777-05:00Oh pooey. I hate that kind of thing. It's like...Oh pooey. I hate that kind of thing. It's like losing valuable art. Or so I like to think. <br /><br />I've only written one poem in my life and I've NEVER shown it to anyone. I have no idea if it's good or not. I'll probably never know.Have Myelin?https://www.blogger.com/profile/05704037582961814202noreply@blogger.com