tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12773096.post114226067577820235..comments2008-08-15T21:53:23.806-05:00Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06736176758196612844noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12773096.post-1142432465141116482006-03-15T08:21:00.000-06:002006-03-15T08:21:00.000-06:00Even Back In The Day, when women were wearing trains, women complained bitterly about the amount of dirt and garbage the trains would pick up, and men mocked and drew cartoons which vividly illustrated same. In theory, only women who were carriage class (i.e., going only from a carriage and into the Chosen Destination) wore trains; trains were supposed to separate the Upper (carriage) Classes from the Masses (that's the rest of us folks). Of course it didn't work that way - Judy O'Grady, as well as the Colonel's lady, wore skirts with trains when they were fashionable - but it has to be said that Judy's train swept up more trash.La BellaDonnanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12773096.post-1142404449273071442006-03-15T00:34:00.000-06:002006-03-15T00:34:00.000-06:00So true scary isint it, by the way the dirtest place in your house with the most germs is your kitchen.floridaprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08787866118670910486noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12773096.post-1142367011726466742006-03-14T14:10:00.000-06:002006-03-14T14:10:00.000-06:00Sounds like the sort of thing I'd find on the <I>front</I> of whatever I was wearing, not just the hem. I'm such a slob: I spill something on myself every time I eat, and pick up all sorts of assorted odd junk on my clothes from who-knows-where. When my children were babies I could blame it entirely on them; but the oldest is now 6, so I have no excuses.<BR/><BR/>This reminds me of Don Aslett saying once that the dirtiest place in many peoples' homes was the bottom of a woman's purse. It gets set on public bathroom countertops & floors, bus seats...use your imagination. *Bleh.*jennynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12773096.post-1142349797342709942006-03-14T09:23:00.000-06:002006-03-14T09:23:00.000-06:00I think I'll go take a shower - maybe twodancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00214934731729906574noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12773096.post-1142268357129244942006-03-13T10:45:00.000-06:002006-03-13T10:45:00.000-06:00"cat's meat"???? Meaning someone was dining on cat, or meat meant to feed a cat? Either way, I'm totally skeeved.Gidget Bananashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16932906614393093731noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12773096.post-1142263125256483272006-03-13T09:18:00.000-06:002006-03-13T09:18:00.000-06:00The sort of thing that makes one go, "hmmm".JuliaRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15719355219382740706noreply@blogger.com