tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9910550.post5163619640364028678..comments2023-11-18T11:24:52.834-08:00Comments on Tales from the Den of Chaos: Mood is for cattleMother of Chaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12176092618150502244noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9910550.post-14976335927463958202007-02-15T16:18:00.000-08:002007-02-15T16:18:00.000-08:00Yeah...I'm there...the Cave Troll keeps 'seeming' ...Yeah...I'm there...the Cave Troll keeps 'seeming' to be better...then he pops a fever, crawls in bed between us, and saturates us with little boy sweat. Romantic? No thanks, that's what got us here. <BR/><BR/>But it is a conspiracy...you know it is...I think the non-verbal ones just know eye-signals...<BR/><BR/>And this is the second time someone's quoted Dune to me today--I must re-read it!Amy Lanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04885706951931450373noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9910550.post-46859525935604550242007-02-15T14:50:00.000-08:002007-02-15T14:50:00.000-08:00Yeah - jumped over from the Yarn Harlot - sounds l...Yeah - jumped over from the Yarn Harlot - sounds like the kids have your number. Take care of yourself - empathize with you falling for the sweater patterns, however.Diane Hhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08520998818210893899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9910550.post-69452005732499278992007-02-15T12:46:00.000-08:002007-02-15T12:46:00.000-08:00Totally not related to this post, but have you rea...Totally not related to this post, but have you read the Yarn Harlot's blog today? You. Are. In. It. Seriously. <BR/><BR/>-SunnyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9910550.post-17170498064837615932007-02-14T18:56:00.000-08:002007-02-14T18:56:00.000-08:00What do you mean you're sure it isn't a vile consp...What do you mean you're sure it isn't a vile conspiracy? Wake up and smell the nappies! This IS a vile conspiracy. Don't think for a moment that your children aren't plotting all this while you're in the kitchen making fish-sticks!<BR/><BR/>This is war! Why on earth else do you think we feed them brussel sprouts?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9910550.post-80449935473262202792007-02-14T14:21:00.000-08:002007-02-14T14:21:00.000-08:00HAD to comment as soon as I saw your post title--g...HAD to comment as soon as I saw your post title--good one! (Obviously I'm a fellow Dune fan.)<BR/>I could immediately hear Patrick Stewart's version from the movie "Mood is a thing for CATTLE and LOVE-PLAY."<BR/><BR/>SO sorry you've got kid-sickness AGAIN...it ain't fair and it ain't right and everyone gets stuck with it anyhow. <BR/><BR/>PS: word verification = VTCETK whic sounds like a good SamDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17356265376584798354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9910550.post-21876505725044982832007-02-14T12:55:00.000-08:002007-02-14T12:55:00.000-08:00I feel for you. Almost makes you want do put them...I feel for you. Almost makes you want do put them on preemptive antibiotics, doesn't it?<BR/><BR/>My mother always did the "Let's just get ready to go to school and see what you feel like THEN" tactic. We'd almost always either forget we were feeling icky or be out the door, sick as dogs, before we realized what she was up to. Surprisingly enough, I never remember being sent back home by a froggiemeaniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08271814192238424709noreply@blogger.com