tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10089902.post5631466177172802013..comments2023-09-24T05:52:18.677-06:00Comments on Krëg: CleanoutKrëghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10163599621437822378noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10089902.post-67431664577116940812008-09-18T16:50:00.000-06:002008-09-18T16:50:00.000-06:00I'm thinking maybe it was the fact that you went w...I'm thinking maybe it was the fact that you went with carnations. Don't get me wrong: the gesture is sweet regardless of the type of flower, but carnations are really the marigolds of cut flowers. Please bring your next wife home some daisies-stick them in red food coloring and watch them turn pink together.<BR/><BR/>And BTW- I am going to plug your blog on my blog so you best get writing.Lorrie Veaseyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05284186458837015052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10089902.post-2713474513885210392008-09-03T14:38:00.000-06:002008-09-03T14:38:00.000-06:00I love this post. Now, post everyday and you have...I love this post. Now, post everyday and you have yourself a blog. Seriously, show this bitch some respect.<BR/><BR/>"Maybe some things were just never meant to be, no matter how hard a person works at them." Love it.<BR/><BR/>Or the metaphor I use in regards to my first marriage: "It's like trying to polish a turd.<BR/><BR/>Love ya--ZakZDubhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17050000234750719978noreply@blogger.com