tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236131.post3928873842806168345..comments2009-07-08T13:39:48.303-07:00Kithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17629467279224900162noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236131.post-27715024136310568752009-07-08T13:39:48.303-07:002009-07-08T13:39:48.303-07:00Oh man, I&#39;m so impressed you guys got to ride in a fire truck. And I think your pic is adorable.los_tartisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275113161695598875noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236131.post-33275779310543053252009-07-08T12:11:43.684-07:002009-07-08T12:11:43.684-07:00Did you just type &quot;shit&quot; to your mom? <br /><br />I didn&#39;t know the siren worked with pedals! I&#39;ll have to ask Chris about that... I wonder if they all work that way. Obviously I haven&#39;t ridden in the fire engine. But I did take photos of Flat Stanley in Chris&#39; fire engine... and I think Apple once too. : )Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17568178814731793351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236131.post-4974818807836162062009-07-07T21:09:17.638-07:002009-07-07T21:09:17.638-07:00Try being on Mountain Time. Nobody ever mentions Mountain Time. I once called in to a conference call exactly one hour late (it was already over) because I had miscalculated the time zone. Awesome.Ellynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236131.post-14144051631393802922009-07-06T14:50:41.725-07:002009-07-06T14:50:41.725-07:00Mom, I&#39;m pretty sure the PST zone extends far beyond the confines of my own house :) So, I&#39;m just inviting you to come live on the west coast. You wouldn&#39;t want to live with us anyway because you have way too much shit, and we barely have enough room for our own shit.<br /><br />Dad, thanks :) You weren&#39;t incoherent. In fact, I sort of thought (after I realized what time it was there) you must have still been up because you seemed pretty alert.kitkathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17629467279224900162noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236131.post-4695852983068248742009-07-06T13:37:34.291-07:002009-07-06T13:37:34.291-07:00Hey, is that last question your way of inviting us to come live with you??? HaaHaaHaaHaa....... No, I cannot really seeing that working.Mother Dearestnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236131.post-66038026508685696012009-07-06T09:46:46.783-07:002009-07-06T09:46:46.783-07:00You just need a hug from you Dad. Here it is. {hug}<br /><br />Sorry if I was somewhat incoherent last night.<br /><br />-Dad-Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236131.post-46789391335930414672009-07-06T07:54:57.120-07:002009-07-06T07:54:57.120-07:00Sounds like it was one of those days that really just needed to be over. Did you have to pay (a lot) to change your flight? So, how were those people in India? Good I hope. :( Hopefully you woke them up TOO. :)Mother Dearestnoreply@blogger.com