tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054440755657956327.post6252601559767531649..comments2024-02-27T09:16:34.452-05:00Comments on Stories About My Underpants: Love and conversationsBeckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05299540194000326688noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054440755657956327.post-71556546878472842782016-02-12T10:06:33.661-05:002016-02-12T10:06:33.661-05:00No. WAY. I can't even imagine!!!!!No. WAY. I can't even imagine!!!!!Beckyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05299540194000326688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054440755657956327.post-62189336571850802502016-02-11T12:57:28.654-05:002016-02-11T12:57:28.654-05:00My parents had guests (my aunt and uncle) visiting...My parents had guests (my aunt and uncle) visiting from out of town. My parents were at the time (before I was born, so a million years ago) living in a small apartment with one bathroom. My dad and my uncle got food poisoning. My father likes to say that he was a good host and allowed my uncle to have the toilet while simultaneously throwing up in the sink, while he, my dad, did both of those things in the bathtub. Little House on the Prairie ain't got nothing on poor newlyweds in a tiny apartment trying to be good hosts.Alisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02266829965302861136noreply@blogger.com