tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652684649912418008.post3334276390137839677..comments2023-04-11T05:41:55.046-04:00Comments on The Dailies: She Sells Sea Shells by the Seashore....Katie Aliceahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11698924419397760894noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652684649912418008.post-67878885170531771872010-10-20T15:03:49.950-04:002010-10-20T15:03:49.950-04:00Great post. In the words of the great poet Sean Co...Great post. In the words of the great poet Sean Combs / Puff Daddy / P Diddy: Mo' Money, Mo' Problems.<br /><br />One time, my sister and I had those cartoonishly large boxing gloves on at a church event and we were going to "box." When we went to shake hands before fighting, I windmilled my huge gloves on top of her head and dropped her. I laughed maniacally as the "ref" counted off for the knockout. <br /><br />This was last Tuesday.<br /><br />Kidding, but I did eventually grapple with some vague notion of regret.Knox McCoyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03412929523840230867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652684649912418008.post-87599502729859057312010-10-19T21:29:12.740-04:002010-10-19T21:29:12.740-04:00Amen! Amen! I remember telling you that if you wo...Amen! Amen! I remember telling you that if you would be nice to Kirk, he would do anything for you. And now you are and now he would. <br />Don't be too hard on that little girl. She turned out just fine. She has always been sweet and caring. <br />The Left Arm Slugger, MOMUnknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06321704932463186509noreply@blogger.com