tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780006997549677273.post5154748109384056749..comments2023-08-25T18:46:47.822+10:00Comments on Plain Jane Creations: Not happy, Jan!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03229403335314406390noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780006997549677273.post-11279894683631539452008-12-04T23:17:00.000+11:002008-12-04T23:17:00.000+11:00I think if it had been me, I would folded into a h...I think if it had been me, I would folded into a heap on the floor and wept. You are strong woman tackling someone else's toilet blockage. I think as well as the hair dryer he needs to buy you some new shoes too!Chrissyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13254578516714017969noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780006997549677273.post-12530745915795835472008-12-04T17:02:00.000+11:002008-12-04T17:02:00.000+11:00Oh is that only ONE ruined shoe?? Peri always only...Oh is that only ONE ruined shoe?? Peri always only ruined ONE shoe too, which kind of made it worse. I have had no experience with boys and toilets and now I am really glad: and I'm going to keep it that way!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780006997549677273.post-26249839995649005592008-12-04T12:58:00.000+11:002008-12-04T12:58:00.000+11:00OHHHHH dear!!!! I think Surfer Boy is in really bi...OHHHHH dear!!!! I think Surfer Boy is in really big trouble.....Shame about your shoes they do look like they had once been a very nice pair....kids!!! but you gotta love them...they always come up with some plausable excuse...well they mostly try too....take care and try mot to let it spoil your post birthday days....Happy Birthday for the other day...Mandihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17328315496575987247noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780006997549677273.post-38151492970294186882008-12-04T11:47:00.000+11:002008-12-04T11:47:00.000+11:00A certain musician child used my good stitch sciss...A certain musician child used my good stitch scissors to open a plastic CD case. He once told me he needed help in the bathroom as his toilet was "overflowing". I didn't put two and two together -- overflowing = wet floor. Went flying in, slip in the "crap-filled" water on the floor and only stopped when I came to a crashing halt at the tub (which caused me to sink full body into the crappy-water. When asked why boy did not warn mom about the wet condition of the floor, I was told, "Gee Mom, I thought you were smart enough to figure that out on your own." He is so lucky to still be alive.<BR/><BR/>I can only say this -- boys and dogs eventually DO grow up ... otherwise we would have to do them in.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com