tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26062571.post587880373292596680..comments2023-09-28T05:46:43.501-04:00Comments on I Wouldn't Read This If I Was Me: When you come to the end of an imperfect day...MrScribblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10743761169195087103noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26062571.post-91228797895538490752007-08-16T00:16:00.000-04:002007-08-16T00:16:00.000-04:00Red sky at night.....how lovely your pictures even...Red sky at night.....how lovely your pictures even when you are a cranky bear.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26062571.post-50322911936764439592007-08-15T08:00:00.000-04:002007-08-15T08:00:00.000-04:00Sorry Scribbs, that last one was from me. :)Sorry Scribbs, that last one was from me. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26062571.post-20283827545869556762007-08-15T07:59:00.000-04:002007-08-15T07:59:00.000-04:00I'll go in your stead. Pull my collar way up, pul...I'll go in your stead. Pull my collar way up, pull my hat way down, fake laryngitis so as not speak, whatever it takes to not embarrass you. PLEASE??<BR/><BR/>Actually bedtime is the time of day I look forward to the most, certainly more than starting the day. Hope you can clear your mind for at least a few hours. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26062571.post-85618672885143007502007-08-15T00:38:00.000-04:002007-08-15T00:38:00.000-04:00(((HUGS))) Scrib. What you want DOES matter. Sit...(((HUGS))) Scrib. What you want DOES matter. Sitting here writing this with shades on. Both my eys are now in a very bad way.<BR/><BR/>Try and be positive.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com