tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961111.post6831095889651634141..comments2024-03-05T23:42:30.151-06:00Comments on The Poor Farm: CRSJeffrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06873138122305060834noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961111.post-15518679904741872782008-05-31T23:00:00.000-05:002008-05-31T23:00:00.000-05:00I lose things, Ted finds things. It works great. ...I lose things, Ted finds things. It works great. :) Though, he has mentioned that he gets tired of looking for all the stuff I lose. Oh well. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961111.post-17133523050690955912008-05-23T21:09:00.000-05:002008-05-23T21:09:00.000-05:00Funny story! That kind of stuff happens to me all...Funny story! That kind of stuff happens to me all of the time. I have to write everything down in order to rememeber things.<BR/><BR/>I always hate it when I go up two flights of stairs, then can't remember what I needed, so I come all the way back down - then I remember and have to go back up again. <BR/><BR/>My Dad always said "where did you have it last?" when we lost things when we were kids. It always made us mad and we always retorted "If I knew where I had it last, it wouldn't be lost!".IHeartQuiltinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17540520882006362062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961111.post-86764845218882905132008-05-23T16:58:00.000-05:002008-05-23T16:58:00.000-05:00Gremlins.Gremlins.Sezmehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06788407585696655259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961111.post-49903536226709107022008-05-23T11:39:00.000-05:002008-05-23T11:39:00.000-05:00I'm convinced that evil little trolls come in whil...I'm convinced that evil little trolls come in while I'm asleep, and move stuff, just to f**k with me. And it works. <BR/><BR/>All my missing stuff is together somewhere, laughing at me.<BR/><BR/>MGAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961111.post-13722901571800196132008-05-22T23:06:00.000-05:002008-05-22T23:06:00.000-05:00I can sooooo relate. I live alone and certain thi...I can sooooo relate. I live alone and certain things come up missing. And I <I>know</I> I'm the one who misplaced it. It drives me crazy.<BR/><BR/>I live by little notepads because I have CRS. <BR/><BR/>There are days I could hide my own Easter eggs!Jerry in Texashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14156795615903611248noreply@blogger.com