tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566055197730422533.post8546513568723835083..comments2023-10-17T02:54:55.895-05:00Comments on Concordian Sisters of Perpetual Parturition: My superromantic lifeRebekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11129136210164478753noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566055197730422533.post-41494972223626714802007-12-10T08:24:00.000-06:002007-12-10T08:24:00.000-06:00LOL--although he probably just caught her in the m...LOL--although he probably just caught her in the middle of her Bradley exercises . . . .<BR/><BR/>RM and I and our respective husbands had a fantastic baby-free double date to church a few years back. At our next opportunity we'll have over twice as many babies as last time, though, so I don't know if it's going to work out again.Rebekahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11129136210164478753noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566055197730422533.post-62709637137844900852007-12-09T20:46:00.000-06:002007-12-09T20:46:00.000-06:00You know you're an old married Confessie Lutheran ...You know you're an old married Confessie Lutheran when your idea of a hot date with your husband is.... wait for it... <I>attending church with no children.</I><BR/><BR/>Guilty as charged.<BR/><BR/>And Gauntlets, I thought your story was hilarious. Woo-hoo - those baby slings are H. O. T.Elephantschildhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14610471467736150461noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566055197730422533.post-20406310711103512632007-12-09T13:04:00.000-06:002007-12-09T13:04:00.000-06:00A man comes home from a long day, tired, hungry. H...A man comes home from a long day, tired, hungry. His wife meets him at the door wearing only a baby on her hip and last night's supper in her hair.<BR/><BR/>"Is there any coffee left?" he asks.<BR/><BR/>"I think so . . ." she murmurs. She walks, dazed, to the coffee pot and swishes the remaining dregs around in the carafe dreamily. <BR/><BR/>"There's not much left. . ." <BR/><BR/>As she peers into the bottom of the pot, she notices her own bare ankles. And then . . .<BR/><BR/>"AAAAA! I'm not wearing anything but a baby and last night's supper in my hair! What the bleep is wrong with me?!?!"<BR/><BR/>The man shrugs and shuffles over to his favorite chair to read last week's newspaper. <BR/><BR/>. . .<BR/><BR/>Well. I thought it was funny.Dawnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14546489539063088564noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566055197730422533.post-3713232572885598922007-12-07T21:11:00.000-06:002007-12-07T21:11:00.000-06:00I always knew we were exotic :)I always knew we were exotic :)Reb. Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06827521306898397100noreply@blogger.com