tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14801850.post114788525620535885..comments2023-10-11T08:01:51.636-05:00Comments on PIPEDREAMS: No one's gonna love you like meMichaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05974435902564570126noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14801850.post-1147945052506909182006-05-18T04:37:00.000-05:002006-05-18T04:37:00.000-05:00God the flowers are lovely!PaulGod the flowers are lovely!<BR/><BR/>Paulsavantehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11298564303784032379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14801850.post-1147895918988825932006-05-17T14:58:00.000-05:002006-05-17T14:58:00.000-05:00Awww, moms. Time to go call mine. Be back later. x...Awww, moms. Time to go call mine. Be back later. xoAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14801850.post-1147889039188240722006-05-17T13:03:00.000-05:002006-05-17T13:03:00.000-05:00The planter is gorgeous! Whenever I try to do some...The planter is gorgeous! Whenever I try to do something like that, it usually looks bad, and then promptly dies. <BR/><BR/>Awesome looking cake, too. Yet another thing I am bad at. :)<BR/><BR/>Your mom sounds like the sweetest mom ever (besides my own of course)! What a cute email that was too.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14801850.post-1147886807726566872006-05-17T12:26:00.000-05:002006-05-17T12:26:00.000-05:00I also love the planter. Your mom sounds like a d...I also love the planter. Your mom sounds like a doll.<BR/><BR/>E keeps raving to me about how much I am going to worship the Dorothy Lane market, and now knowing that you shop there, I might have to start believing her.Jenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00793793027935224823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14801850.post-1147886537389039912006-05-17T12:22:00.000-05:002006-05-17T12:22:00.000-05:00Heh, you gotta take the good with the bad with a M...Heh, you gotta take the good with the bad with a Mom. Like when my mother started telling me what happened on Grey's Anatomy immediately after me saying to her, "By the way, I haven't watched GA yet, so don't tell me anything." Sigh. :)<BR/><BR/>My cake didn't look like the picture, either. In fact, I also had a problem cutting it and ended up just slapping the filling on the sides as well to cover up my mess. Which made it much more attractive to the hungry masses crowded around it at the party.freakgirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00774905190953855685noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14801850.post-1147886050493290742006-05-17T12:14:00.000-05:002006-05-17T12:14:00.000-05:00Some? I had about half. Check my FitDay, boss. S...Some? I had about half. Check my FitDay, boss. So good. And of course that's not my cake. It's from the Dole site. Mine had MUCH more character. It ripped a bit when I was slicing it into thirds. And a rift developed. Strawberries sank into it. But it tasted great. <BR/><BR/>The planter's real, though. It looks straight from a magazine, too, right? ;-)<BR/><BR/>Sometimes I get on a roll of starting sentences with "and" and "but" and then just can't stop myself. Feels so naughty.<BR/><BR/>Mom is so sweet. She can be very sentimental, maudlin even. Inhabiting the same body though, is a person who will cut you off COLD if she perceives she's been wronged. Oh, and if you say something she doesn't want to hear, she doesn't. It's like it never happened.Michaelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05974435902564570126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14801850.post-1147885519026339212006-05-17T12:05:00.000-05:002006-05-17T12:05:00.000-05:00Is that a picture of the actual cake you made? Did...Is that a picture of the actual cake you made? Did you have some? You better have had some.<BR/><BR/>Love the planter.<BR/><BR/>Love your mom's email. It just choked me up. Waaah.freakgirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00774905190953855685noreply@blogger.com