tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15267747.post113928027466048548..comments2023-10-16T08:56:00.834-04:00Comments on Franny's Fables: View From the TopFrannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567714275118746930noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15267747.post-1139720833404305792006-02-12T00:07:00.000-05:002006-02-12T00:07:00.000-05:00I would gladly put the sheets on, but I made that ...I would gladly put the sheets on, but I made that bed, and I know that there's no way that it'll support my weight.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15267747.post-1139484206388775922006-02-09T06:23:00.000-05:002006-02-09T06:23:00.000-05:00now that's a funny story.....maybe hubby should pu...now that's a funny story.....maybe hubby should put the sheets on next time....Alipurrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15374786444894161920noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15267747.post-1139414689087757202006-02-08T11:04:00.000-05:002006-02-08T11:04:00.000-05:00Ah, I remember it well. My son's use to have bunk...Ah, I remember it well. My son's use to have bunk beds. Making up the top one was always such a pain.bornfoolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12908901525549894211noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15267747.post-1139358080960603532006-02-07T19:21:00.000-05:002006-02-07T19:21:00.000-05:00Oh boy, I've seen what happens to Joey's sheets wh...Oh boy, I've seen what happens to Joey's sheets when he sleeps, so my question is: why did you bother with the fitted one since it's gonna be in a twisted mess by morning anyway? Next time, let Cat change the sheets, see how much he laughs then!<BR/><BR/>Hope you heal well, just be careful in the swimming pool tomorrow night. Hugs!Legacy Userhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16000742753067782778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15267747.post-1139322229568488792006-02-07T09:23:00.000-05:002006-02-07T09:23:00.000-05:00Addendum: Getting up there was easy because I very...Addendum: Getting up there was easy because I very simply climbed my chair, swung my leg over and pulled my body up with my arms. Getting down, I had nothing but gravity to help me, and I couldn't see the floor, and I couldn't "slide" down because of the railing. D'oh!Frannyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07567714275118746930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15267747.post-1139293154491315512006-02-07T01:19:00.000-05:002006-02-07T01:19:00.000-05:00That has got to be one of your funniest posts yet....That has got to be one of your funniest posts yet. I give you the GOLD, SILVER & BRONZE Medals for this one.Sandy Hatcher-Wallacehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15011307599473627922noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15267747.post-1139288180091824632006-02-06T23:56:00.000-05:002006-02-06T23:56:00.000-05:00Firstly, thanks for dropping by my page earlier!Fo...Firstly, thanks for dropping by my page earlier!<BR/><BR/>For a first read and a first impression, I must say: I like you already! Something tells me there are far more amusing real-to-life bits to share. I applaud you, as well, to have the guts to share an embarrassing moment in a public forum such as this. <BR/><BR/>I also enjoyed your husband's change of mind with respect to the bed. Perhaps not for any of the right reasons, but perhaps it was just meant to be.<BR/><BR/>May you all rest well!Turtle Guyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11867461015503674899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15267747.post-1139288135622241542006-02-06T23:55:00.000-05:002006-02-06T23:55:00.000-05:00Okay wait ... so how did you get in it in the firs...Okay wait ... so how did you get in it in the first place ... actually no I completely understand, things like this always happen, getting in is always the easy part, getting out is quite another story. Like when you go to the store to buy a dress and it goes over your head, but is perhaps a little tight and then gets stuck around your boobs ... and suddenly the panic sets in and you are totally stuck with your arms waving madly in the air and you can't breath and now you are additionally panicked that you will have to tear the dress at the seams to get out of it and then pay for a dress that didn't fit you and so you fight with the dress and finally get it over your head and throw it on the floor and you look in the mirror and there you are with gashes in your arms and your hair looks like you have been through hell and back but damn it you got the dress off. <BR/><BR/>Yes, it is always easier to get in than to get out.Magdalenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06298980321194396367noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15267747.post-1139288077666391462006-02-06T23:54:00.000-05:002006-02-06T23:54:00.000-05:00All I got to say is this:He may now think the bed ...All I got to say is this:<BR/><BR/>He may now think the bed is awesome, but that's not what counts.<BR/><BR/>What counts is what he thinks of the doghouse that he is going to have to squeeze HIS ass into! hahaha.Jiffy-Pophttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01245016837195068273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15267747.post-1139281142291189082006-02-06T21:59:00.000-05:002006-02-06T21:59:00.000-05:00yuk, yuk, yukWhy didn't you just call hubby to hel...yuk, yuk, yuk<BR/><BR/>Why didn't you just call hubby to help you in the first place? Oh, Wonder Woman of the Red Sheet, now that you got off the top bunk basically in one piece, can you squeeze your ass through the eye of a needle with equal poise and polish?<BR/><BR/>But, did you get the sheet on???<BR/><BR/>This was truly a side-splitter and a knee-slapper. Thanks. I needed that.Motherkittyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05112722238053618079noreply@blogger.com