tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616651164087505255.post1996297080479147853..comments2023-03-25T03:39:22.602-05:00Comments on Laura Writes Stuff: Stop Laughing, JenniferLaurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11322504936624669760noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616651164087505255.post-74162462911447397902010-06-09T12:35:01.992-05:002010-06-09T12:35:01.992-05:00See, the bottom of the shoe could touch your hand ...See, the bottom of the shoe could touch your hand when you take the shoe off or put it back on. Then you have gunky stuff or germy stuff on your hands...Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11322504936624669760noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616651164087505255.post-1389980837977604932010-06-08T18:20:10.400-05:002010-06-08T18:20:10.400-05:00Dude...finger falling off?....aneurysm?
Do we liv...Dude...finger falling off?....aneurysm?<br /><br />Do we live on the same planet?<br /><br />And I think the cleaning shoes thing is just unnecessary work, unless you plan on eating something that is stuck to the bottom of your shoe...Jennifernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616651164087505255.post-44733165342762881502010-06-08T14:48:56.288-05:002010-06-08T14:48:56.288-05:00Oh, that finger was in no way going to fall off, i...Oh, that finger was in no way going to fall off, it was going to explode, showering me with finger-bits and leaving me unable to blog, write, OR KNIT!<br /><br />Also, I deserve the laughter. But I'd never had an ANEURYSM before, so I didn't know what was going to happen...<br /><br />I bet you laugh at me washing the bottoms of my shoes when I think I've walked in something germy, too, don't you?Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11322504936624669760noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6616651164087505255.post-32982896216661377502010-06-07T23:59:10.860-05:002010-06-07T23:59:10.860-05:00I don't laugh at you because you're a nerd...I don't laugh at you because you're a nerd, because that would be like laughing at myself, which I guess I do, but that's not really why I laugh. <br /><br />I laugh at you because you know the hidden meaning of "making a nest" and because of incidents involving random freakouts, like the one at Jefferson Pointe where you were convinced your finger was going to fall off and I said something along the lines of "you'll live". I was right by the way...right?<br /><br />But mostly I laugh at us, our collective nerdyness and how it seems to affect nearly every aspect of our lives.<br /><br />ps. I have a knitterly question for you in the near future about weaving ends and what to do when they don't weave like they should...Jenniferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01386589477424813413noreply@blogger.com