tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1976128754487941498.post190420380360236571..comments2022-12-10T04:20:04.682-05:00Comments on The MSadventures of Ms. CrankyPants: The Cure for Writer's Block, a Filthy Bathroom, Soiled Laundry, and Much, Much More!Ms. CrankyPantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13639705108258882767noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1976128754487941498.post-38459547733144916442013-03-12T13:56:21.369-04:002013-03-12T13:56:21.369-04:00Does your daughter have a shed (or even a lean-to)...Does your daughter have a shed (or even a lean-to) of some kind? We might be looking for a place in a few years. We'll bring our own bread and coffee...Ms. CrankyPantshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13639705108258882767noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1976128754487941498.post-58620429881936452392013-03-12T13:54:38.167-04:002013-03-12T13:54:38.167-04:00Why thank you!
I bet Bubbles is on board with tha...Why thank you! <br />I bet Bubbles is on board with that idea!<br />Must google malteasers...Ms. CrankyPantshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13639705108258882767noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1976128754487941498.post-62699218830687747702013-03-12T13:30:39.593-04:002013-03-12T13:30:39.593-04:00I do not have to worry about financial planning at...I do not have to worry about financial planning at all. LOL. I have no income, and we live week to week on what Hubbers makes. I think we will be living in a closet at my daughter's house drinking tea and eating toast when Hubber's retires!Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01051732856820479687noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1976128754487941498.post-64869451422597180482013-03-12T12:35:38.959-04:002013-03-12T12:35:38.959-04:00Just realised I have said 'rather' rather ...Just realised I have said 'rather' rather a lot. Where is my brain, and could I have it back?<br />Must just say, loved your post, very funny. I've been in the house all day and am going stir crazy. Must plan something exciting for tomorrow, like washing the curtains or something. <br />I am going to have a box of maltesers later, to reward myself for making a start on the essay....<br />X<br />p.s. my house is called Holly Cottages, but want to rename it Bubble's Palace. Stumbling In Flatshttp://www.stumblinginflats.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1976128754487941498.post-38627133894903230522013-03-12T12:24:51.695-04:002013-03-12T12:24:51.695-04:00Nothing wrong with flip-flops. Tell him Ms. Cranky...Nothing wrong with flip-flops. Tell him Ms. CrankyPants said so. That will bring him around. :)<br />See, wide windowsills and a 170 year old cottage sound lovely! Our windowsills are about 1 inch wide, meaning I can't cram anything on them. And the cats can't sit on them. Nothing to be sad about; I'd show off too. <br />Go have a ginger beer and some Smarties! Candy corn pales in comparison. Ms. CrankyPantshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13639705108258882767noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1976128754487941498.post-85339563724668694572013-03-12T12:05:40.490-04:002013-03-12T12:05:40.490-04:00I told The Teenager that before he left for town. ...I told The Teenager that before he left for town. He wasn't very impressed. I mean, what's so bad about flip-flops? <br />Anyway, he has gone armed with my money and money for a Subway for dinner, such is my great parenting. <br />I am very jealous of your three bathrooms, when I am forced to share a bathroom with The Teenager in our little 170 year old cottage, meh. It may be little, but it has rather wide window-sills! I am rather proud of them. They're like a foot thick. Is that rather sad to be showing off about? <br />I am very pleased that I have made a great start on my essay. The essay of 3,000 words begins with one word and all that. However, sadly I am a girly-swot so this will keep me awake for the next three weeks. <br />Gosh I'm bored. I want candy corn. <br />XStumbling In Flatshttp://www.stumblinginflats.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1976128754487941498.post-16400499507167723302013-03-12T11:52:50.437-04:002013-03-12T11:52:50.437-04:00SIF,
Did you tell the Teenager that when you wer...SIF, <br /><br />Did you tell the Teenager that when you were a child, you made do with ONE pair of shoes, winter and summer? And the walking uphill in blizzards, etc., etc.? Failing that, you might mention that spring is upon us and what could be more delightful than strolling around in bare feet on the dewy grass as robins peep overhead and tulips spring from the warm earth? After that, I'm out of ideas. Probably have to buy him the shoes...<br />I believe the first word is the hardest, so by typing "Essay" you have the worst behind you! I'm sure it will be brilliant and I await it eagerly. <br />Oh, dear, we have three bathrooms. Quite excessive and annoying to have to keep clean. Our house, honestly, is pretty small. And you don't seem Dickensian; more charming and quaint. Many homes here are sadly lacking in character. But we make up for lack of character with bathrooms! Yee-haw!Ms. CrankyPantshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13639705108258882767noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1976128754487941498.post-62871691878319406562013-03-12T11:33:14.888-04:002013-03-12T11:33:14.888-04:00I have no idea what this 'money' you speak...I have no idea what this 'money' you speak of is. Whenever some goes in to my bank account, The Teenager mysteriously syphons it off, the pest. <br />As we speak, he is hopping around, putting forward several ideas as to why he absolutely must have a new pair of shoes. Today. Now. <br />Anyway, I sympathise hugely. I have been meaning to plan an outstanding essay today. I have got as far as writing 'Essay' at the top of my page and doodling around it. And it's 3.30pm. But I had to fit in a sleep, I tried out a new recipe, I booted the cat outside and I also searched for jobs, meh. <br />Anyway, enjoy!<br />X<br />p.s. you have more than one bathroom? I am always so envious of you Americans. We must seem positively Dickensian to you guys?Stumbling In Flatshttp://www.stumblinginflats.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1976128754487941498.post-51536959548225000182013-03-12T10:41:13.815-04:002013-03-12T10:41:13.815-04:00Ironing. A loathsome task indeed. I hadn't con...Ironing. A loathsome task indeed. I hadn't considered that one! Maybe starting the retirement planning would compel me to do some long-overdue and much-needed ironing! <br /><br />p.s. hope you remember to turn off the iron when your eyes start closing! Ms. CrankyPantshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13639705108258882767noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1976128754487941498.post-33517559953299151972013-03-12T02:30:59.424-04:002013-03-12T02:30:59.424-04:00I hear you. On nights when insomnia has me by the...I hear you. On nights when insomnia has me by the throat I get up and do the ironing. Well start the ironing. Well, sometimes I even turn the iron on. And what do you know? As soon as I do that I am exhausted and my eyes are closing. It works almost all of the time. And, on the rare occasions it doesn't I get a hated task out of the way. Win/win.<br />Brilliant post. I am still snickering.Elephant's Childhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06650565833097914052noreply@blogger.com