tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963076123592493523.post7813002540796153010..comments2017-09-06T11:04:41.905-04:00Comments on Mrs. Loudshoes: Things I Thought I Would Never Do.Mrs. Loudshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626378997832218109noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963076123592493523.post-50894401011744938582008-09-18T19:46:00.000-04:002008-09-18T19:46:00.000-04:00and the word "sproing"... gotta love it!and the word "sproing"... gotta love it!Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09856145038462989807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963076123592493523.post-37217295470006217822008-09-18T08:06:00.000-04:002008-09-18T08:06:00.000-04:00Hey Ruth...I am only 32 and am having to agree wit...Hey Ruth...<BR/><BR/>I am only 32 and am having to agree with numbers 1, 3,5,7 and 9 on your list. What's happening to me?? <BR/><BR/>The spots on the bananas are still repulsive to me -- will that change when I hit 40? The wire trolley hasn't hit me yet, but my sister who's 35 just got one. Yikes!!<BR/><BR/>I'd like to replace the one about stretching my arms to read with this: A Sudden Fascination with Fibre and Regularity. The middle aged thing hits hard and fast! I didn't even recognize the small signs until your pointed them out. <BR/><BR/>Thanks for your humor and insight...<BR/><BR/>Erin<BR/>(Ethan's mom)Erinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16435862436228951019noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963076123592493523.post-24129049913332485282008-09-17T21:21:00.000-04:002008-09-17T21:21:00.000-04:00A fine piece of bloggery my friend! It was comfort...A fine piece of bloggery my friend! It was comforting to hear my glam friend falling into the ways of middle age with the same astonishment as me.<BR/>I HATE what perfect strangers often wear (and can't believe I generate all that negativity in one judgemental moment- if only I could use my powers for good instead of evil)!<BR/><BR/>My favourite far-sighted example was when my worthy opponent on the squash court backed almost into a corner to read the outcome of the spin on teh end of her racquet. A very good sight (ooo pun) gag.<BR/><BR/>And slippers... I think that's about being a capricorn. Old when you're young and all. My local capricorn has not been slipperless indoors (regardless of the season) for almost as long as we've been married.Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09856145038462989807noreply@blogger.com