tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8435777.post116535494382194389..comments2023-12-25T12:57:29.431+02:00Comments on Mel's Diner: Five weird thingsmelusinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04096116965055620488noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8435777.post-1165846926720231052006-12-11T16:22:00.000+02:002006-12-11T16:22:00.000+02:00AT, I guess it could be night terrors, but I think...AT, I guess it could be night terrors, but I think the hubby would tell me if it was. And I don't know if it is that extreme. Yes, yes, the dog poo. I know. It was desperation.<BR/><BR/>PeeWee, Tsureki is a Greek sweet bread - made with anise (I think). It is very tasty, and not everyone likes it. Tsurekakia are the little packaged ones.<BR/><BR/>Tim, I know, I torture myself with the two nails. It is quite sick, really, because they hurt all the time and get infected. You collected gum wrappers - you could have made those cool chains out of them! Every kid thinks picking up poo is nasty until faced with one flying unexpectedly at your head.<BR/><BR/>Flubberwinkle - too funny.melusinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04096116965055620488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8435777.post-1165440774503505042006-12-06T23:32:00.000+02:002006-12-06T23:32:00.000+02:00This little quip popped immediately to mind: Aren'...This little quip popped immediately to mind: Aren't you glad shampoo smells better than dog poo?<BR/><BR/>:-)Flubberwinklehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02778178104656991415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8435777.post-1165385872827581412006-12-06T08:17:00.000+02:002006-12-06T08:17:00.000+02:00Yeah, Pooks is constantly getting onto me about ri...Yeah, Pooks is constantly getting onto me about ripping my nails and cuticles to shreds. I wonder what it is about humans that makes so many of us do this? It has to be some evolutionary nervousness passed down.<BR/><BR/>I used to fold my gum wrappers into squares and put them into my shirt pocket at work until I had a collection of 20 - 30 wrappers. I chewed a lot of Trident. <BR/><BR/>Ugh - dog poo. I'd want to know why all that dog poo is doing down there, too. I suppose the closest I or any other of my childhood friends came to doing such a thing was daring one another to pick up a terd. And they say we adults are the odd ones . . .Timhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07702450314264683565noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8435777.post-1165372775645805682006-12-06T04:39:00.000+02:002006-12-06T04:39:00.000+02:00Interesting. Like AT I too am not touching the dog...Interesting. Like AT I too am not touching the dog-poo thing.<BR/><BR/>Um, what's tsurekakia? I don't think they serve that in North Nash-Vegas.....Pee Weehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04103286304787432511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8435777.post-1165370716000656552006-12-06T04:05:00.000+02:002006-12-06T04:05:00.000+02:00Thats a pretty interesting mixed bag...It sounds l...Thats a pretty interesting mixed bag...<BR/>It sounds like you're kinda describing night terrors. My psyche learnin consists of a halfway dropped out semester, but mebbe its when you first start hitting the 'paralysis' of sleep that your brain, still sorta awake, panics. <BR/>Don't know what you'd do for that. Alcohol is always a solution (as for most things)<BR/>Not touching the dog poo, other than to go... huh? I grew up a boy pretty much the whole time, and I don't ever remember a dog poo fight.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com