All right folks, simmer down. I feel that I must respond to all the comments on my last entry. First of all, I thank you for your kind words, those of you who expressed such. Now, on to the rest of you.
First of all, when I started this, I indicated that the reason for me to blog in the first place was to get stuff out without it being shot to pieces before I could get to the end of a thought. Now I still have to deal with everyone's opinions, but I least I get to moderate them. Gives me a wonderful feeling of power. So WATCH OUT, I AM THE KING OF THE COMMENTS!!! OFF WITH HIS HEAD!! ( or comment)
OK, now that I got that off my chest, I shall address the specifics. You may wish to review the comments to the "Yes Dear" post first. Go ahead, I'll wait....... Good. Now here goes.
The expression "little woman" is just that, an old expression with 737,000 sites on google. In fact, pursuant to Merriam-Webster's Collegiate Dictionary, it means wife. That's it. No offense.
Of course we were not alone the entire time, but there were no random children floating around. One of our regular afternoon visitors made an appearance and sat with us for a bit. I never expect complete privacy. if i did, I wouldn't be shouting " COME IN !!" at the door every ten minutes or so.
As far as those of you who felt compelled to defend BAC, let me tell you, she can do quite a good job on her own. Why do you think I feel compelled to pour out my life experiences to you??? at 11:00 at night in my office??? So calm down, folks.
Besides, I may end up having to sleep here sometimes.
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so are your "moderated" comments going to be posted on one of your other blogs which are established (at this point) for those who can't (or really can) spell?
the knocks at the door are usually phantom knocks you just shout come in for kicks
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