tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814799811633243210.post739310387575786155..comments2023-05-16T01:55:32.822-07:00Comments on Crumbs From the Corner: Adventures in Woolgathering: Just LunchPhyllis Hunt McGowanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13370730851612587650noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814799811633243210.post-62394867389229176372008-04-28T15:17:00.000-07:002008-04-28T15:17:00.000-07:00Beth, welcome back!I know it wasn't my fault I was...Beth, welcome back!<BR/>I know it wasn't my fault I was sick but still, they were disappointed and never showed it.Phyllis Hunt McGowanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13370730851612587650noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814799811633243210.post-54150885149543642722008-04-28T13:44:00.000-07:002008-04-28T13:44:00.000-07:00Oh, what a poignant story. I am glad your family ...Oh, what a poignant story. I am glad your family took it well, it could might been one of those horrible relationship-ruining moments otherwise.Bethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02604780070187163751noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814799811633243210.post-12425879559647609032008-04-28T09:46:00.000-07:002008-04-28T09:46:00.000-07:00Jaime, "Big hugs to your younger self." That's ver...Jaime, "Big hugs to your younger self." That's very sweet of you. I thank you :) And good catch on mentioning my relative from Tennessee- how different two people can be! <BR/>Hele, you always say something that makes me feel so good about my writing. "Its like I am there with you." That's all anybody who writes wants to hear, I think.Phyllis Hunt McGowanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13370730851612587650noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814799811633243210.post-11694541561360405052008-04-28T01:54:00.000-07:002008-04-28T01:54:00.000-07:00Your writing is so awesome.Its like I am there wit...Your writing is so awesome.<BR/>Its like I am there with you.<BR/><BR/>Reading this story reminded me of hearing the chrismas tale as a child. I kept hoping that somehow this year they will find a bed to sleep in.<BR/><BR/>Even if it was years later I am glad you finally had that meal.helehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00500335410678018061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814799811633243210.post-65009392752697579352008-04-27T19:53:00.000-07:002008-04-27T19:53:00.000-07:00Big hugs to your younger self. That must have been...Big hugs to your younger self. That must have been hard...and painful! If only your relative from Tennessee (the man with only one headache) had been a more prominent figure in your life back then!<BR/>I too am sensitive to perfumes, so I understand the suffering that goes along with it.<BR/><BR/>xoJaimehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04803308252202460126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814799811633243210.post-37098378413782936262008-04-27T12:39:00.000-07:002008-04-27T12:39:00.000-07:00Texican, it's in fact my brother with me in the pi...Texican, it's in fact my brother with me in the picture! I thought I'd put him in the blogosphere for a while. I didn't know Spouse until much, much, much later on... I was six, I think, in the picture. But this: "The young The and Spouse" made me laugh heartily. Sorry it's only one half of the mystery solved ;) I don't do anything straightforward. <BR/>After you said the other day you didn't Phyllis Hunt McGowanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13370730851612587650noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814799811633243210.post-12138056351896227612008-04-27T12:22:00.000-07:002008-04-27T12:22:00.000-07:00Hey, a picture of the mystery couple. The young T...Hey, a picture of the mystery couple. The young The and Spouse on the hood of a 70's model automobile? Great story. My dad was in the pest control business early in his life and refused to eat in restaurants. He said he had seen too much in the kitchens he treated. We once went to a buffett at a very famous restaurant in San Juan, Puerto Rico. Since I had no experience in restaurants, when Pappyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13118854996343714131noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814799811633243210.post-83506835868233863882008-04-27T11:26:00.000-07:002008-04-27T11:26:00.000-07:00Mada, thanks so much for the comment. I do agree w...Mada, thanks so much for the comment. I do agree with your last point but I was the only child I knew like that. Everyone else would get it over with but my being nine and always going to a corner to hide and prepare before it happened was not the normal way, not in my experience- so my mother said anyhow :)<BR/>It's actually good to meet someone else who can't abide by perfumes. I thought I was Phyllis Hunt McGowanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13370730851612587650noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814799811633243210.post-37276204257671735792008-04-27T10:38:00.000-07:002008-04-27T10:38:00.000-07:00My mom and stepmom both have similar allergies. B...My mom and stepmom both have similar allergies. Because of that, I am incredibly sensitive to perfumes. I grew up without them, so now they are offensive to my senses.<BR/><BR/>As for being inconspicuous, I think that's a somewhat natural tendency. I can't think of anyone who wants the added humiliation of being seen in such a state.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com