tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23241917.post1245348289739814643..comments2023-09-06T09:17:39.286-06:00Comments on Death Bed Moment: In Defense Of CompetenceWilmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14157668024779513698noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23241917.post-29983022307935926562009-02-10T20:23:00.000-06:002009-02-10T20:23:00.000-06:00aaaaaackkkkk! I was feeling your pain... and then ...aaaaaackkkkk! I was feeling your pain... and then the zinger at the end = gut punch. I often feel like my mother. AND I DON'T LIKE IT!!!french panichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08387613398913818918noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23241917.post-41827143911066983462009-02-10T12:24:00.000-06:002009-02-10T12:24:00.000-06:00Yeah, the defective one has still not called me ba...Yeah, the defective one has still not called me back. I anticipate having to call again later today & talk to someone with a working brain.Wilmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14157668024779513698noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23241917.post-70037098552257473982009-02-10T12:23:00.000-06:002009-02-10T12:23:00.000-06:00ew...ouch...well, did you get in?Oh and by the way...ew...ouch...well, did you get in?<BR/>Oh and by the way I have tagged you on what you did this time last year.Fairy Maehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09800642899137106348noreply@blogger.com