tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16769486.post5042195967841386438..comments2023-10-10T06:11:40.075-05:00Comments on Copyright protected: new digsKelly Swailshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08712523963592799928noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16769486.post-49742164405656398732006-08-24T18:30:00.000-05:002006-08-24T18:30:00.000-05:00I love marriage short-hand. I find it happens wit...I love marriage short-hand. I find it happens with close friends, too. It's cool when someone overhears you, asks "the special kind? what?" and you explain it to them (if they're special enough to know, that is.) You've let them into your world a little bit, and they've just gotten a free look at what it's like to be you.Kelly Swailshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08712523963592799928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16769486.post-30702223169749227842006-08-23T20:27:00.000-05:002006-08-23T20:27:00.000-05:00awwww...colds suck. i feel shitty for about a mont...awwww...colds suck. i feel shitty for about a month straight starting NOW due to ragweed allergies, so i feel ya. i'm like ken i guess, when i get a cold, i whine and whimper and make a sad face and say, "Louie, can we get the special kind?" referring to the kleenex with lotion. <br /><br />now "the special kind" just automatically implies tissues with lotion. i don't have to say anything else. i say, "get ground beef, dogfood and the special kind" and i'll receive my tissues.kate.innuendohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12026653208412409662noreply@blogger.com