tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991182552788176375.post4300916192791647414..comments2023-10-04T09:28:40.827-04:00Comments on Living In The Woods: Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06416028487884124866noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991182552788176375.post-21305268887779236582006-08-22T11:23:50.000-04:002006-08-22T11:23:50.000-04:00Aww, poor Goofch having to kick it white-trash sty...Aww, poor Goofch having to kick it white-trash style out in the yard. If you can't find a broken fridge, I think you ought to at least set him up with a cooler full of Natural Light.<br>And poor you with your back! Remind me to call your mom the next time I stupidly injure myself while moving furniture around. (It's happened once already, I'm sure it'll happen again.)PartnerInCrimehttp://www.poobou.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991182552788176375.post-35935418325815893252006-08-22T12:19:42.000-04:002006-08-22T12:19:42.000-04:00Yeah, that's right-- if I'd known my mom h...Yeah, that's right-- if I'd known my mom had all the answers (of course, she IS mom, after all) then I'd have told you to call her then!<br>If it happens again, ice, massage, and mom's weird dance moves might do the trick.alphagalnoreply@blogger.com