tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117136912052729666.post6988498800979411933..comments2024-03-15T14:47:21.170-04:00Comments on Lemon Gloria: Dear Dear DearLemon Gloriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07280085058516960260noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117136912052729666.post-58275007689820754212014-02-25T14:02:38.918-05:002014-02-25T14:02:38.918-05:00Laura, I am so very sorry about your window but ma...Laura, I am so very sorry about your window but man, oh man, did you make me laugh. Lemon Gloriahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07280085058516960260noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117136912052729666.post-89282007104800312762014-02-21T17:39:14.968-05:002014-02-21T17:39:14.968-05:00Lisa, I'm so sorry for your loss. Lots of big...Lisa, I'm so sorry for your loss. Lots of big hugs to you.<br /><br />I'm also sorry about your dress! Where was Nick on Wednesday morning?!<br /><br />Something I haven't thought about for a while: shortly after we moved into our house ten years ago, I was home alone in the upstairs bathroom getting ready for work when I heard a knock on the back door. I opened the bathroom window and looked down, and there was a solicitor standing there. I told him we weren't interested and that he shouldn't knock on people's back doors. After a bit of back and forth, I shut the window and watched him as he walked away down the alley. He kept looking back, up at the window. It was a long time before he was out of sight. <br /><br />Some weeks later, my husband let me know that when I'd been waving goodbye to him that morning from that same window as he backed his car down the alley, he could see very clearly that I was not wearing a shirt or a bra. This is a frosted window we're talking about. Evidently not frosted enough! I don't go topless next to that window anymore.ljhlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16356888171983629688noreply@blogger.com