tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456204098645846754.post1146485493995781676..comments2009-11-26T12:25:32.087-06:00Comments on I Still Hate Pickles: The Little ThingsKikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00496242688262871608noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456204098645846754.post-2815037319440385592009-11-26T12:25:32.087-06:002009-11-26T12:25:32.087-06:00Bizarre...I could have written this post myself--I...Bizarre...I could have written this post myself--I have a 15-month-old. I have a fantasy that if I become independently wealthy, I'll stake out parking lots and shower wads of cash on people who return carts to the corrals.Jacinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456204098645846754.post-80354762203875673272009-11-25T10:31:55.796-06:002009-11-25T10:31:55.796-06:00You hit it dead on invites and parking spots. My f...You hit it dead on invites and parking spots. My friend quite don't understand that my child goes to bed at 7:30 pm either!Shannonhttp://www.wannabehipstermom.com/todaynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456204098645846754.post-85591601539301563222009-11-25T08:45:40.372-06:002009-11-25T08:45:40.372-06:00I really like this one Kirsten! It puts alot of t...I really like this one Kirsten! It puts alot of things into perspective. Although, I have a running joke with Jamie that I am going to park in the parking spot designated for pregnant women and wait for someone to say something to me. It's mean I know but at least it's a joke.laura debellashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06211340565159413770noreply@blogger.com