tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745308.post4420851510195037376..comments2008-01-15T17:44:27.194-04:00The Daily Ranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10489187226759792239noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745308.post-83218790196152983692008-01-15T17:44:00.000-04:002008-01-15T17:44:00.000-04:00Your day will come Salena!<BR/>Stuff like that gets passed on.<BR/>Believe me!!!!<BR/><BR/>I remember the days when my mother burned pot roast, over and over, when company was expected.... <BR/>I remember when she dropped the cake, when company was expected ...<BR/>I am there now. <BR/>Guess what - it's part of your genes my dear girl ... your day will come! <BR/>It's a fact of life!Mom's Buddynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745308.post-19405005212520473012008-01-07T11:55:00.000-04:002008-01-07T11:55:00.000-04:00I also thought it was a close up picture of a burnt marshmallow. How long did she set the timer on the microwave for? My goodness!Sauntering Soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14828034063817184110noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12745308.post-15063578016236496492008-01-07T10:50:00.000-04:002008-01-07T10:50:00.000-04:00Oh. My. God.<BR/><BR/>Kind of looks like a giant smore. Sort of.<BR/><BR/>I knew I hated microwaves.sognatricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13578703393987896737noreply@blogger.com