tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686467686335484826.post6498374071439840686..comments2023-10-22T02:31:42.812-07:00Comments on grit's day: Dig comes home to leave againUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686467686335484826.post-48102258543358937172008-12-01T11:58:00.000-08:002008-12-01T11:58:00.000-08:00I know. Kate Moss says hi. She and I were out last...I know. Kate Moss says hi. She and I were out last night. By the way, Nicole Kidman and Hugh Jackman also say hi. Wait...Hugh Jackman? I wish!<BR/><BR/>It is hard having such a busy life, huh?<BR/><BR/>Love the idea of the kids ripping off arms and running around so you can have a rest. That would work very well for me as well, until Jonathan decides to beat me with said severed arm.Lisa @ Boondock Ramblingshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11430994283914399581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686467686335484826.post-72913875232582945052008-11-30T09:59:00.000-08:002008-11-30T09:59:00.000-08:00thank you for your comments, people. i will endeav...thank you for your comments, people. i will endeavour to change my socks and knickers this week in tribute.Grithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14022216340604423686noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686467686335484826.post-67490703535264819762008-11-30T04:27:00.000-08:002008-11-30T04:27:00.000-08:00It's when you stop showering that you have to star...It's when you stop showering that you have to start worrying. Sure you can cover it up with deodorant and perfume for a while, but then...Irenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05043376053971475659noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686467686335484826.post-31768479532726756852008-11-30T02:13:00.000-08:002008-11-30T02:13:00.000-08:00I am the same age as Kate Moss almost exactly. It ...I am the same age as Kate Moss almost exactly. It is such a trial for her living in my shadow. <BR/><BR/>Also, the sleeping in clothes thing? Yes. Very much yes. Always. And in a recent confessional over at mine, I admitted to spitting out toothpaste into a mug by my bed on bad nights when I couldn't reach the sink. You are NOT alone.Wafflehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02907816708805451116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686467686335484826.post-85239754649950077292008-11-29T14:47:00.000-08:002008-11-29T14:47:00.000-08:00just sending (((HUGS)))cos I can't add ANYTHING to...just sending (((HUGS)))<BR/><BR/>cos I can't add ANYTHING to that!mamacrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16484565827023574347noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686467686335484826.post-21606683436429610402008-11-29T09:28:00.000-08:002008-11-29T09:28:00.000-08:00Before I had kids I would wonder about women who d...Before I had kids I would wonder about women who didn't find time to shave their legs. I wonder no more. Now I understand.<BR/><BR/>I reckon Dig owes you. Owes you BIG TIME. When he's finished doing what he's doing, he needs to come home and give you a week off. Send you away somewhere to be 'you', whilst he 'does' the gritlets.<BR/><BR/>S'only fair. xKittyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16259837826944310404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686467686335484826.post-41271039388583904922008-11-29T02:41:00.000-08:002008-11-29T02:41:00.000-08:00Grit!! don't panic, those are the eyes in the back...Grit!! don't panic, those are the eyes in the back of your head.Emmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00415525388947171484noreply@blogger.com