tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20242261.post7736565353580004559..comments2008-01-30T14:43:27.654-07:00Michael Wadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08762773757535724585noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20242261.post-32302158898478938862008-01-30T14:41:00.000-07:002008-01-30T14:41:00.000-07:00My 23 year old son kept stealing my watch umtil I went out and bought him his own. Then last Saturday, we went to a local restaurant where my 20 year old daughter is a hostess. During the meal she sat down with us. I happened to look down at her wrist and noticed that she was wearing my dress watch - the one I had been looking for the past couple of months.<BR/>"Is that my watch?" I asked.<BR/>"Yeah," she said, "everyone says it looks great!"<BR/>Hmmmph - they don't wear watches...humbug!Jeffnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20242261.post-84088704792458064982008-01-30T14:36:00.000-07:002008-01-30T14:36:00.000-07:00Put my down in the "I don't have a watch" crowd. Happy to rid myself of what I used to call, "my little carpel-tunnel inducer." Yes, every watch I have ever worn caused severe pain after the hours and days of typing I have to perform on my job.<BR/><BR/>Now, I have a pocketwatch which allows me to make phone calls, too!pawnkingnoreply@blogger.com