tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21564659.post2134762360060179039..comments2008-10-30T08:15:52.683-07:00Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16932637842777678057noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21564659.post-90907561151265907022008-10-30T08:15:00.000-07:002008-10-30T08:15:00.000-07:00At least your cobwebs are a nice creamy colour, the ones on my transparent carport roof appear black and dirty!jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12670322358738782164noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21564659.post-23859423225814235732007-03-15T13:14:00.000-07:002007-03-15T13:14:00.000-07:00Heh. In my 'hood, we call it CRS (can't remember s**t) syndrome.<BR/><BR/>Happy birthday, Catherine! I'm 54, and wouldn't be 40 (or 30 or 20) again for anything. Oh, and my house is wall-to-wall cat hair. Speaking of, my boy Mackie looks just like your fluffy yellow cat.<BR/><BR/>I love your book and the blog; look forward to those forthcoming.Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11338820078931996605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21564659.post-79863124422826888932007-03-09T07:17:00.000-08:002007-03-09T07:17:00.000-08:00March 15...the Ides of March... (cue the dramatic music...)<BR/><BR/>I know 50 will be fine, and I'm grateful to have made it this far; just a little weirded out, that's all.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for the KRAFT moments! I've been having those since my 30s.Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16932637842777678057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21564659.post-37509045990596700512007-03-09T06:45:00.000-08:002007-03-09T06:45:00.000-08:00Catherine, I'm 51 now and I love cobwebs. My dust bunnies have grown to tumbleweeds. I don't have duck poop. I have poodle poop. Being 50+ really is OK. Only thing that bugs me are the numerous "KRAFT" moments I have, "Kan't remember a freaking thing." My attention span is shorter and I talk crooked...but I have fun. I always act my shoe size. When is your birthday?Debbieduckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15095321346959436255noreply@blogger.com