tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690487252264900206.post281086434575686315..comments2020-12-24T09:16:14.085-08:00Comments on Pickles and Roses: A sweet and sour journey loving someone with Alzheimer's: Tattoos for a desperate housewifepicklesandroses.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07656580922367962385noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690487252264900206.post-52741809094548161992015-09-01T19:12:44.597-07:002015-09-01T19:12:44.597-07:00And, your mother and my mother must have known eac...And, your mother and my mother must have known each other. I had the same pierced ear argument. Nice girls just didn't do it. In fact, if you listened to my mom, nice girls didn't do much of anything!<br /><br />She's in my head right now telling me that I'm too old to wear shorts to Walgreens. <br /><br />Where are the keys? I'm outta here!<br />O<br />Trillahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15868088379240191898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690487252264900206.post-12245169925646266472015-09-01T19:08:41.689-07:002015-09-01T19:08:41.689-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.Trillahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15868088379240191898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690487252264900206.post-17883176951948826602015-09-01T14:55:43.957-07:002015-09-01T14:55:43.957-07:00I would be rolling over too..............Sheesh. ...I would be rolling over too..............Sheesh. Don't you have enough pain already?Babshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16609157345912932083noreply@blogger.com