tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7486349.post5584903302763970753..comments2024-03-08T01:08:58.505-08:00Comments on Pix 'n Prose: ThoughtsJanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08768642297159125156noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7486349.post-54943164867621814602007-12-28T14:14:00.000-08:002007-12-28T14:14:00.000-08:00And then there's people like me who are just like ...And then there's people like me who are just like you. Luv ya, but it never invades my sleeping space, or yours. I think in my case it's the stiff upper lip British part of me. Or it could be the innumerable hangups that come from being Irish too. A twisted personality to be sure.Christine Lindsayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09448775307659456227noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7486349.post-14380422514062774572007-12-28T05:22:00.000-08:002007-12-28T05:22:00.000-08:00Sarah, (Ellies mom,) and I still have sleepovers. ...Sarah, (Ellies mom,) and I still have sleepovers. We would have her, Ellie, Jessica, Megan and myself, all in my bed, watching tv and drinking coffee into the wee hours of the morning. We spent a lot of time in my bed, even during the day, just chatting and hanging out.( I do have some friends who won't even sit on my bed and think the bedroom is some sacred place for husbands only.) I think things might have been different for you if you had daughters. If you ever visit me, we will sit in my bed and watch Greys Anatomy and have Cocoa the house boy bring us tea. (But I'll let you sleeo in the guest room.)Triciahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04689724207043206712noreply@blogger.com