tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34541283.post6472284559830144113..comments2023-07-09T05:49:31.072-07:00Comments on The Last Bedroom: Where to begin?fingerstothebonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09410312376236327398noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34541283.post-89850075894034724972007-08-03T13:47:00.000-07:002007-08-03T13:47:00.000-07:00Gretchin,Yes, slugs are nice in that they're willi...Gretchin,<BR/><BR/>Yes, slugs are nice in that they're willing to share, and I'm happy to share with them too. But those raccoons take no prisoners, and they leave me no choice but to eat my strawberries the day before they're ready! It's cruel and inhumane, I know, but what else can I do?fingerstothebonehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09410312376236327398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34541283.post-76363644669701487532007-08-03T13:41:00.000-07:002007-08-03T13:41:00.000-07:00Actually Mr. 5000, the Mrs. mentioned, quite discr...Actually Mr. 5000, the Mrs. mentioned, quite discreetly of course, that she was volunteering for the state prison system to teach inmates how to read; you know, those who don't already know how. And you were her star pupil.<BR/><BR/>In fact, you have excelled so excellently, that you've now moved on to <A HREF="http://michael5000.blogspot.com/2007/08/inform-my-reading-list-episode-i.html" REL="nofollow">pre-1950 classics</A>. Quite the stupendous feat, for you...<BR/><BR/>She is ever so proud of you! And now she thinks you're a saint.fingerstothebonehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09410312376236327398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34541283.post-58488043416426873682007-08-03T12:38:00.000-07:002007-08-03T12:38:00.000-07:00hmmm, second-hand stories are even more entertaini...hmmm, second-hand stories are even more entertaining. :)<BR/><BR/>i usually end up waiting until the slugs have taken a bite of a strawberry before i harvest it; if i try it earlier, they aren't ripe yet. then i cut away the slug bite and cut them up for the freezer.gl.https://www.blogger.com/profile/03216590789836132321noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34541283.post-21957676498314078932007-08-03T10:12:00.000-07:002007-08-03T10:12:00.000-07:00Ah, well, had my sainted husband been there to tel...Ah, well, had my sainted husband been there to tell his version of the story, maybe it wouldn't have been relegated to a "lesser topic." But could any single narrative of life and love have been more stirring than that spontaneous communal outpouring of shared grief and wisdom on the topic of socks? OK, presumably yes. But it did set a very high standard. . .Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34541283.post-3779347263632746332007-08-03T08:57:00.000-07:002007-08-03T08:57:00.000-07:00Mrs. 5000 told you about how I found her drunk and...Mrs. 5000 told you about how I found her drunk and retching in the gutter? How through my kindness, patience, and good example I convinced her to give up the gambling, the drugs, and her relationship with Tony "the Squid" Magliacci? How I got her record expunged so she could go back to high school and have a second shot at life?<BR/><BR/>I'm surprised. She usually doesn't like to talk about that stuff. She usually makes up some nonsense about personal ads.Michael5000https://www.blogger.com/profile/10148584819327475239noreply@blogger.com