tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14168904.post4649047042627055733..comments2023-05-02T00:49:54.779-07:00Comments on Böh-logging: The Conspiracy of ClosedBeauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04833997428265711633noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14168904.post-3452413949510984432009-03-19T13:44:00.000-07:002009-03-19T13:44:00.000-07:00Ahh, the first line: Closed when pronounced sounds...Ahh, the first line: Closed when pronounced sounds like Clothes.<BR/><BR/>Many husbands complain about their wives shopping habits. I wanted to be clear that that is not the subject of this post, as that is not an issue in our relationship. You buy hott shoes and I know that I am an enabler when it comes you your cool shoes!<BR/><BR/>love you!Beauhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04833997428265711633noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14168904.post-2909829177963963822009-03-19T11:36:00.000-07:002009-03-19T11:36:00.000-07:00Sweetheart, we live in a state that sells alcohol ...Sweetheart, we live in a state that sells alcohol in special stores close don Sunday and rolls up their sidewalks at dusk. Deal with it. Where once we lived in California, land of Costco sized rum at half the price as Washington to be purchased any freakin' time we wanted, people who drive 70 mph in the slow lane and actually use the car pool lane to GO FASTER and there was always a store open, we now live in a state that has a trade off of good schools, clean air, beautiful vista, and ....wait for it...your favorite that you never shut up about...SNOW! Trade-offs.<BR/><BR/>And it's a good thing REI was closed. And wTF did that first sentence mean? Seriously.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13583814670832501297noreply@blogger.com