tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post6785995843914846725..comments2008-12-01T07:56:38.502-06:00A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-13074639712111827402008-12-01T07:56:00.000-06:002008-12-01T07:56:00.000-06:00

i miss the hell out of the all-seasons tree.

kelsihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01664199219218001021noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-9733261198472835582008-11-29T01:12:00.000-06:002008-11-29T01:12:00.000-06:00

Octobre :'(

sue ellen mishkeynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-20819949969424120412008-11-28T20:54:00.000-06:002008-11-28T20:54:00.000-06:00

You forgot to mention the part where each member of the family takes turns passing the urn containing dead Uncle Bob around the table and explains why they are thankful and how the person across from them can avoid being such a jerk in the future.<BR/><BR/>Or is that just my house?

E Chuodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15107243040107391661noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-69187138257723286612008-11-28T17:04:00.000-06:002008-11-28T17:04:00.000-06:00

This seems so appropriate considering my food hangover and the fact that someone DIED in LONG ISLAND in a WALMART STAMPEDE. Caps for emphasis.

inflammatory writhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12923322007776358065noreply@blogger.com