tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31610908.post116464659828589663..comments2023-10-26T08:48:04.142-05:00Comments on Midnight Margaritas: "Meatloaf, smeatloaf, double-beatloaf. I hate meatloaf."Fat Bottom Girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14643328845143879266noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31610908.post-1164744315743406682006-11-28T14:05:00.000-06:002006-11-28T14:05:00.000-06:00Clifford was mildly distressed after 5 mom-filled ...Clifford was mildly distressed after 5 mom-filled days to FINALLY getting a treat and hopping into his crate. The look of "oh boy, it's about time lady!" as he ripped the treat out of my hand and snubbed the tasteless kibble was enough for me to dash out the door, coffee in hand, and wait for the light-rail with more concern than he had shown me. Humph! Never stand between a dachshund and his treat.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31610908.post-1164656922342002192006-11-27T13:48:00.000-06:002006-11-27T13:48:00.000-06:00I, too, was distraught about having to return to t...I, too, was distraught about having to return to the grind this morning. When I said I had to leave, the sad looks on the faces of my resident Guatemalan and the guy named George who was sitting next to him nearly broke my heart too.<BR/><BR/>Oh, wait. The sad look was on MY face.Jennyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07609457861988909462noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31610908.post-1164656712095382192006-11-27T13:45:00.000-06:002006-11-27T13:45:00.000-06:00Oh. Oops...sorry, I never looked in the mirror.Oh. Oops...sorry, I never looked in the mirror.Jennyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07609457861988909462noreply@blogger.com