tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319454352626199680.post5756375062074827295..comments2024-03-25T13:17:56.636-06:00Comments on A Chicken in the Window Well: The Evil Enemy of Morning MeNancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03045958241240870948noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319454352626199680.post-268304494150225512008-02-15T20:10:00.000-07:002008-02-15T20:10:00.000-07:00Oh it's sooooooo true! I think I get an average o...Oh it's sooooooo true! I think I get an average of six hours of sleep a night and I always try and tell "morning me" that it's going to be OK, when truly it really isn't. Those are seriously sweet pics of Goldums, by the way!Gracie Jhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01903947461479524540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319454352626199680.post-63895605503372491142008-02-15T16:43:00.000-07:002008-02-15T16:43:00.000-07:00Crackin' it up over this one . . . out loud and ev...Crackin' it up over this one . . . out loud and everything. So good - that Jon had to come and see what all the hysterics were about.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319454352626199680.post-67233297470390364862008-02-14T22:04:00.000-07:002008-02-14T22:04:00.000-07:00.. for how neardy you now have become with all thi..... for how neardy you now have become with all this blogging business, I strangely find it rather entertaining ..of course, this is night me talking.. I don't think morning me would find the time, patience or pleasure that night me currently enjoys. I love you auntie nancy pants.<BR/>xox<BR/>tesslesTessa Ann Allredhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02862439324207013308noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319454352626199680.post-73869680526273141622008-02-14T22:02:00.000-07:002008-02-14T22:02:00.000-07:00Sheesh...my Night Me is mean mean mean, as you kno...Sheesh...my Night Me is mean mean mean, as you know. My Morning Me is now just mean to my kids as some sort of strange displaced aggression against Night Me. In MM's nightrage against NM, I just stay in bed for several hours after my kids wake up and refuse to move on as many mornings as possible.Perlahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12956852960780300948noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319454352626199680.post-51936937527470851732008-02-14T20:52:00.000-07:002008-02-14T20:52:00.000-07:00Ha, ha. I love it. It reminds me of the days of ...Ha, ha. I love it. It reminds me of the days of being your roomie. I used to be the opposite but as of lately my night me is the better half.BS and the Kidshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07936785622094059455noreply@blogger.com