tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542903.post7164620478965358249..comments2023-05-21T09:07:55.638-05:00Comments on Night of the Return of the Son of Rocket Jones: Sunday. Early. Ick.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542903.post-64754535893102377362009-10-02T15:41:28.289-05:002009-10-02T15:41:28.289-05:00Thats why mom's machine has always scared me. ...Thats why mom's machine has always scared me. I can usually fix mine by just smacking it (and then sitting down with tweezers and a can of air) by myself with out having to send it to the shop...<br />With mom's... its just not possible to clean it/fix it yourself, everythings encased, inaccessible, and incomprehensible.Mookienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542903.post-76527066594128612462009-09-27T09:04:48.314-05:002009-09-27T09:04:48.314-05:00LOL... one of those sounds-dirty-but-really-isn...LOL... one of those sounds-dirty-but-really-isn't phrases... unless you didn't mean that, in which case, never mind.Tedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09986529278507540075noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542903.post-9121022319484599392009-09-27T08:52:01.374-05:002009-09-27T08:52:01.374-05:00My poor mother. She tried to teach me to sew when ...My poor mother. She tried to teach me to sew when I was in my teens. It just didn't take. She tried to teach me to cook. Same thing. <br /><br />"Liz showed me how to do bobbins." There's a sentence I haven't seen on many blogs before.dogettehttp://www.twonervousdogs.comnoreply@blogger.com