tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1882668766726269265.post5496433987489010324..comments2023-05-12T08:10:24.499-05:00Comments on A Terminal Case of Whimsy: Yet Another Thing That Seems Like It Should Be Easy But Isn'tJoanna K. Danehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13718495212868644804noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1882668766726269265.post-77393536893668755822012-12-06T14:58:52.542-06:002012-12-06T14:58:52.542-06:00Well then, next time you are in town, we will have...Well then, next time you are in town, we will have to get you out on the links just so we can conjure up some good stories. Did you know that your son owns a set of clubs? Yes, and he even has a pair of those tasseled shoes. Must be a trait inherited from the other side of the family. I realize you are not to blame for this one.Joanna K. Danehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13718495212868644804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1882668766726269265.post-5371333521914011532012-12-06T14:54:50.537-06:002012-12-06T14:54:50.537-06:00Oh Dear, what a surprise! If you were in the car ...Oh Dear, what a surprise! If you were in the car with me, then I must not have been rushing to my first date with you which begs several questions: Does my memory fail me? (Highly likely.) Does your memory fail you? (I have no idea how likely or unlikely that is.) Am I who you think I am? Are you who you think you are? Were there multiple speeding tickets issued on multiple evenings of speeding off to what I remember as being first dates?? Regardless, thank you for reading anything I write as a "pithy allegory." That makes me sound much smarter than I really am which makes my parents happy. And thank you for giving me a lot to write about. Those were indeed funny days.Joanna K. Danehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13718495212868644804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1882668766726269265.post-75390514472037721492012-12-06T09:41:26.329-06:002012-12-06T09:41:26.329-06:00As I remember it, I was in the car with you when y...As I remember it, I was in the car with you when you got the ticket. <br /><br />I love your blog. I'm reading Bernadette and Bigsley as a pithy allegory of the ongoing conflict in Syria, but I may be mistaken.<br /><br />"That Guy" from story Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1882668766726269265.post-78567179357383363072012-12-06T05:45:37.232-06:002012-12-06T05:45:37.232-06:00I'd rather watch car accidents than golf. It ...I'd rather watch car accidents than golf. It goes back to my few feeble attempts on the links. It is not a long story, but too hard to write down, so it must keep living in memory (if you can call that living, or maybe just waiting to come back alive along with a host of other life embarrassments).<br /><br />Grandpa john <br /><br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com