tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703457.post447039777216934743..comments2023-04-05T03:09:58.048-05:00Comments on Roadtrip: Radio SilenceRoadchickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10671418568557779263noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703457.post-103108125671863802009-05-20T06:22:46.877-05:002009-05-20T06:22:46.877-05:00Mini~ so, have you changed on facebook too???Mini~ so, have you changed on facebook too???Roadchickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10671418568557779263noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703457.post-28587295977977013652009-05-20T00:35:45.675-05:002009-05-20T00:35:45.675-05:00You're welcome!
(~Aut-in-a-new-dress)You're welcome!<br /><br />(~Aut-in-a-new-dress)TMTWhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03143205295749068093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703457.post-36650056879124206652009-05-12T22:24:00.000-05:002009-05-12T22:24:00.000-05:00Autrice~ LOL Thanks for the guilt trip!Autrice~ LOL Thanks for the guilt trip!Roadchickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10671418568557779263noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703457.post-35265949592097229392009-05-10T15:47:00.000-05:002009-05-10T15:47:00.000-05:00"Go see what's on Roadchick's blog..." someone sai..."Go see what's on Roadchick's blog..." someone said, so Autrice hurried home, hauling three dozen eggs and a gallon of milk in a single bag (which was a cheaply made paper product that, upon getting soggy from the milk jug sweat, was at a perfect state to rip open.) <br /><br />Said bag did in fact rip open as Autrice struggled to get into her house, having propped the heavy storm door open by pushing against it with part of the soggy bag, thereby causing the contents inside the bag to break free of the paper barrier and accelerate to the speed of light as gravity took effect and dragged them to the concrete before thermodynamics played it's cruel joke and forced the liquid contents to change direction abruptly... coating Autrice's Armani-pants-clad legs in a mixture of runny egg and milk in the process. <br /><br />It didn't matter! The post awaited! Autrice took her stairs two at a time, saturating the walls with eggs and milk. The dog hair, ever so present on the stairs, was churned up by her footfalls, embedding itself on the wetness and giving the stairwell the appearance of a fuzzy creeping disease... or a Muppet's esophagus, take your pick. Autrice didn't care, however. Some things were more important.<br /><br />She hurled herself down the hallway, tripping over four dogs, a cat, and a small flying saucer, before arriving at her office and logging on.<br /><br />Autrice is now sad.<br /><br />The Chick must return soon.TMTWhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03143205295749068093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703457.post-74955364305703257482009-05-05T15:49:00.000-05:002009-05-05T15:49:00.000-05:00Susan~ That helps a little. Video on Facebook woul...Susan~ That helps a little. Video on Facebook would help a LOT. *s*Roadchickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10671418568557779263noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703457.post-30750230010603455472009-05-05T12:32:00.000-05:002009-05-05T12:32:00.000-05:00Close your eyes.
Picture an incredibly sober whit...Close your eyes.<br /><br />Picture an incredibly sober white girl standing in her desk chair, slow dancing alone to "Here Without You" while singing along off key.<br /><br />If that doesn't amuse you...I will get video.Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00421276422785703472noreply@blogger.com