I saw you'd commented in Gypsy's blog that you were thinking of re-blogging some classic entries.

If I get a vote, please do the PART entry about oven safety. Or the one about your son's bionic hip. Those are two of my favs.

Your dad sounds like a throwback. I tried to find a good pun for that but it's too late, I lost it. Too bad your dad's not around...!

HA HA!

Okay, I was with you up until your Obama sting. HEY, I don't do that! I don't diss your candidate or politics in an entry about something entirely different, mister!

Obama ROCKS SOCKS!!! Totally and completely. He will be a fact of your life for another four years and beyond. You'll be lucky even though you won't even know it.

There. You deserved it. Sorry but it's true. I'd say something like "nyah nyah" but that would be childish.

There's nothing duct tape can't fix...I imagine parts of the universe are even now being held together fabulously with a piece of silvery stickiness.

Your dad sounds pretty cool, actually. Thanks for letting me meet him! I suppose having habits like his aren't all bad.

OMG...I know it wasn't me who showed up as page 9 "no update in 7 years". I don't think. Well, it could be but hey, I only joined 7 or 8 years ago. Blog sizing has definitely changed...I remember when we used to do interactive stuff...that was fun. Real fun. I miss ya guys...but tomorrow will be the beginning of my retirement (of sorts) so hopefully I can start again.

Awww. I'd like to hug him, too. An Easter egg hunt with golf balls. Quite resourceful.

Yep. A very kind and loving depiction.

I save plants. Root them. Plant them. My success rate isn't very high but some of the geraniums I saved from Autumn 2008 were still blooming when I left. I don't know whether Jaime will be able to get them through the Summer-in-Montana snow though...

Plastic bags? Here I wrap and double wrap everything. Eventually they become garbage bags. I should learn how to make them into "purses". I have many colors...

Like your dad's cheese. Except cheese does not last around me.

My blog couldn't possibly have shown up on page 9....Could it?

I miss my labrador... such a delightful image of your dad... your fondness shines through even when joking about him.