tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123945396001251481.post8052932711164036418..comments2023-09-11T03:07:46.315-05:00Comments on Momma Little : I love you, as long as you don't touch my beer.Shonda Littlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14411603868888972136noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123945396001251481.post-90373222874140678672008-08-01T10:04:00.000-05:002008-08-01T10:04:00.000-05:00Thanks for stopping by, Richie Ann. I loved your s...Thanks for stopping by, Richie Ann. I loved your site, too. The breast feeding article was great. Stop on by and if you ever have something you thing my filthy-mouthed readers might love, then send it!Shonda Littlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14411603868888972136noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123945396001251481.post-46677857320696949592008-08-01T09:42:00.000-05:002008-08-01T09:42:00.000-05:00Shonda-wonderful blog! I'm so glad you found us so...Shonda-wonderful blog! I'm so glad you found us so we could find you! You're in my bookmarks and I'll be visiting often. I prefer microbrew myself and my hubby keeps coming home with these damn hillbilly Chelatas by Bud. Even the oversized can grosses me out! He doesn't bring home the Fat Tire because he know I'll drink it all! :) Richie<BR/>Haute Mama, GJSentinel.com Grand Junction, ColoradoAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123945396001251481.post-56684341571388592952008-08-01T08:05:00.000-05:002008-08-01T08:05:00.000-05:00Maybe I wasn't clear. There were only two beers to...Maybe I wasn't clear. There were only two beers to start with. I grabbed one first and opened it as I cooked supper. He then opened the second and last, which in itself irritated me. I, after all, wanted them both. <BR/>Then when I was turned, talking on the phone, he took my new opened beer and drank it. <BR/>And I was like, Oh hell-to-the-no!Shonda Littlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14411603868888972136noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123945396001251481.post-47964592883749725432008-07-31T21:03:00.000-05:002008-07-31T21:03:00.000-05:00If Rowdy's any kind of man at all he's got the eas...If Rowdy's any kind of man at all he's got the easiest out since Adam said "It was YOUR apple." What are you thinking having only three beers in the fridge? The root problem here is the whole "division of labor by gender thing" you buy into way too easy on the west side of the Big Muddy. <BR/><BR/> May I suggest that when he grabbed the first two you nail him then and there? Something along the lines of "I'm cooking. Now you wanna be drinking, I suggest you find three more beers, because those are necessary ingredients in this supper and I was seriously considerin' it sharin' with ya." <BR/><BR/>See, your response, which includes this post, is RE-active. My suggestion is PRO-active. Granted, a peek in the cooler before he gets home heads off this crisis, since you then grab the phone and let this lucky guy know that there's only half a six of Bud light left and if he's thristy at all he better make a quick stop to connect his inner thirst to a case of cold ones. We can lay that omission at your feet. <BR/><BR/>But grabbing not just the LAST two, but the lion's share? Well that smacks of entitlement. And really, that sort of chauvinism should be dead and buried one or two generations passed. But then what would you have had to write about?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123945396001251481.post-46812016963418354462008-07-31T16:10:00.000-05:002008-07-31T16:10:00.000-05:00Oh his ass is yours. Take him down by all means ne...Oh his ass is yours. Take him down by all means necessary!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123945396001251481.post-1822328834284780172008-07-30T23:31:00.000-05:002008-07-30T23:31:00.000-05:00hi shonda!thanks for stopping by my blog and for a...hi shonda!<BR/>thanks for stopping by my blog and for all the nice thin gs you said.<BR/>it seems we share a bit in common...a little left leaning girl hooking up with a cowboy that leans to the right among other things.<BR/>i bookmarked your blog and will be back for sure.Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15868536354957624922noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123945396001251481.post-52299264743455636742008-07-30T23:27:00.000-05:002008-07-30T23:27:00.000-05:00lol lol lol lol oh i want to type but i cant keep ...lol lol lol lol oh i want to type but i cant keep laughing!! lol<BR/>my wounds are killing me my eyes are pouring tears lol all because he poured your beer down his throat LOL!!! I love it!! I do understand thats why i drink chick beer...its safe (gives the guy friends heart burn LOL)<BR/>seriously though i know a fella...<BR/><BR/>LOLOLOL<BR/>i love you cousin. and miss you to boot!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123945396001251481.post-13277610268458007012008-07-30T10:04:00.000-05:002008-07-30T10:04:00.000-05:00See, in the Witherby house, it's the Margarita mix...See, in the Witherby house, it's the Margarita mix. Don't drink it, don't look at it, don't sip it, DON"T TOUCH IT!! You don't know how many idiots I'm going to have to deal with @ Walgreens, and in order to cope, how many glasses of pre-mixed, yummy, delicious Margarita's I may need?! But alas, time after time, I come home, and it's gone. I feel your pain. As women and mothers, we don't ask for much in this world, but by golly, MAMA NEEDS HER LIQUOR!!! If you need backup for the war, call me.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com