tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11442941.post115082968050406217..comments2023-10-22T08:44:53.471-05:00Comments on A Whiff of Smiff: Are You There God, It's Me, SistaSharon Colliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715688883890196464noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11442941.post-1150839682253360012006-06-20T16:41:00.000-05:002006-06-20T16:41:00.000-05:00Sugarpie, I feel your pain. I DO.That's the primar...Sugarpie, I feel your pain. I DO.<BR/><BR/>That's the primary reason that after 32 years of this ruining-clothes, ruining-office-chairs, having-to-duckwalk-down-the-hall rubbish, we're cleaning house on the 5th. Wahoo! Only drawback is that it ain't laparoscopic, so I'll be field-dressed and stuck around the house for six weeks. But you know, NO MORE TRIPS DOWN THAT DANG AISLE NO MORE. It will be SO worth it.<BR/><BR/>I think the first thing I'll buy is a pair of winter white wool pants. Boogety boogety. (After I hit the sale racks at Marshall's for a great number of summer pastel bottoms.)<BR/><BR/>Kisses to you. The chocolate kind. Mwah!grandefillehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06079011505342918180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11442941.post-1150838916999242202006-06-20T16:28:00.000-05:002006-06-20T16:28:00.000-05:00RUABelle's a first grade teacher who's taught most...RUABelle's a first grade teacher who's taught most grades up to sixth. I've heard every story about every body function accidents you can imagine...<BR/><BR/>But I was still plugging my ears going "la la la la."<BR/><BR/>Dern you, sista! Where is the camera you've got hidden in my office?!ceeelceehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14073380132708934016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11442941.post-1150835408554150282006-06-20T15:30:00.000-05:002006-06-20T15:30:00.000-05:00There's an even funnier sidenote to this story tha...There's an even funnier sidenote to this story that I'm too embarrassed to tell. Use your imaginations and tawk amongst yaselves. <BR/><BR/>I had a much worser experience about 5 years ago. It was horrid. <BR/><BR/>I can just picktcha CeeeLCeee pluggin his ears going "LA LA LA LA LA" about now.Sharon Colliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15715688883890196464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11442941.post-1150834174934156802006-06-20T15:09:00.000-05:002006-06-20T15:09:00.000-05:00The last time this happened to me*, I went into my...The last time this happened to me*, I went into my boss's office and said, "I've got to go." and he said "What's wrong, is someone dead?" and I said "I can't talk about it, I've got to go."<BR/><BR/>When I turned around to leave(in my lime green pants), he said "oh". My e-mail the next day, said that we never had to talk about it again and I can always use the code phrase "I've got to go" with no questions asked.<BR/><BR/>You do have a "go home and cry" free card for today.<BR/><BR/>*it's so sad that I can refer to this as the "last time" and not the only time.saraclarkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12626146324187269115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11442941.post-1150833290987184422006-06-20T14:54:00.000-05:002006-06-20T14:54:00.000-05:00::: knocks on wood ::: I've never had an "accident...::: knocks on wood ::: I've never had an "accident" like that. Maybe you should pack an extra pair of pants...in case of accidents (lol).Soniahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04436853836858875290noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11442941.post-1150833186554580112006-06-20T14:53:00.000-05:002006-06-20T14:53:00.000-05:00Caintcha just call your mom to bring you a new pai...Caintcha just call your mom to bring you a new pair of pants. After all, it is a 7th grade moment and all. LOL!Blogaritahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06907539670169738329noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11442941.post-1150830452702582092006-06-20T14:07:00.000-05:002006-06-20T14:07:00.000-05:00i cannot express enough the sorrow i feel for you,...i cannot express enough the sorrow i feel for you, my friendAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com