tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795370529696691543.post4924045413647614234..comments2023-09-11T08:33:57.537-05:00Comments on Message in a Bloggle: the Art of Being Broken: Improper Poll: A Day in the LifeTammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02141883867104777688noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795370529696691543.post-50413577968080312352011-05-23T17:09:38.354-05:002011-05-23T17:09:38.354-05:00I'm not sure. I'll tell you when the time ...I'm not sure. I'll tell you when the time is near.Judiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02778815502961000469noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795370529696691543.post-30475286098805201952011-05-23T06:31:17.637-05:002011-05-23T06:31:17.637-05:00Your description of your kids sounds just like lif...Your description of your kids sounds just like life at my house thirty years ago. <br /><br />If I knew it would be my last day on earth, I'd eat a cream puff, hug my hubby, the kids, grandkids and drive south as fast as I could, and hope to make it to the beach one last time.Linda O'Connellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15982895073903619018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795370529696691543.post-55023825764384109292011-05-23T06:12:05.351-05:002011-05-23T06:12:05.351-05:00Girl you are such a hoot. :) Sorry I've been u...Girl you are such a hoot. :) Sorry I've been unplugged for awhile now so when I heard of the last day concept the storm had already passed or I was passed depends on how one looks at it. :D<br /><a href="http://fragilemouse.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow">Jules @ Trying To Get Over The Rainbow</a>Juleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02136045025997662057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795370529696691543.post-28798562701816235002011-05-22T19:24:45.667-05:002011-05-22T19:24:45.667-05:00Kid-kudzu...petrified plates of pizza...Great phra...Kid-kudzu...petrified plates of pizza...Great phrases.<br /><br />Eat lots of chocolate and good bread with butter and drink wine. Watch some good movies and talk with the family. Laugh a lot, because who cares who sees my belly jiggle...the world's ending, anyway.Sioux Roslawskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17924021828536277618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795370529696691543.post-58472730260646856282011-05-22T16:00:10.170-05:002011-05-22T16:00:10.170-05:00Your description of your son cracked me up...the k...Your description of your son cracked me up...the kid-kudzu remark is perfect! I have a 17-year-old daughter whose bedroom fits that description. :p Last day on Earth I'd spend it with family and nice glass of wine. And chocolate. Heavens to mergatroid, don't forget the chocolate!Lisa Ricard Clarohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05048410207952052295noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795370529696691543.post-87476885932410426782011-05-22T11:51:10.950-05:002011-05-22T11:51:10.950-05:00I would have to opt for the drinking. Nothing spec...I would have to opt for the drinking. Nothing special, maybe a six-pack of The Beast (light, of course). My children would be summoned to sit around and hear tales of their childhood, recounted in a teary, boozy manner. I'm sure that would be the #1 thing on their own lists to do. My husband would be exempt from the reminiscing rendezvous. I know he would rather spend time with his goats and chickens, perhaps hand-feeding portions of my lilacs and rosebushes to them.<br /><br />If the end does not materialize, I can jump back on the wagon for another 19 years, and wait 7 more years for my lilac stumps to bloom. The children, however, may never recover.Valhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13025832536749983018noreply@blogger.com