tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2951727183458114902.post6272925048216138625..comments2023-07-31T10:43:14.053-04:00Comments on Hillary's Hmmmmmmm...: Mamma Mia, The Singalong! The Good, The Bad, and ... the OtherHillaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14705309459113809600noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2951727183458114902.post-18128245638036713152008-09-07T17:22:00.000-04:002008-09-07T17:22:00.000-04:00Well now, we don't want anyone to be crying, do we...Well now, we don't want anyone to be crying, do we? So you'd better come along and help me out. We need two chasees if the two chasers are to be happy.<BR/><BR/>And easy does it on the unbuttonedness. I might start swooning. <BR/><BR/>lolHillaryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14705309459113809600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2951727183458114902.post-13311893415653418462008-09-07T17:04:00.000-04:002008-09-07T17:04:00.000-04:00How about both? Then nobody's crying?Ha ha...I be...How about both? Then nobody's crying?<BR/><BR/>Ha ha...I better be there too, just so things don't get out of hand. I'm your wingman. Wingmom. Ha ha...<BR/><BR/>See, now this is where falling down IS NOT A BAD THING! Ha ha...Don't I look so peeeerty falling down...so graaaaceful...so damsel in distress-esque? Oh, and you too are looking very desperate (and flawless) to be saved. Save us oh, fine shirt-unbuttoned-down-to-here, handsome man (mens...in case they are both there! Heeeeelp...Heeeelp...<BR/><BR/>Ooops...blogging again. Ha ha...or something! ;D (major wink wink here)Sunshinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04406755413501443756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2951727183458114902.post-59423618450589712652008-09-07T13:15:00.000-04:002008-09-07T13:15:00.000-04:00...and besides, Pierce wouldn't be a bad second, y......and besides, Pierce wouldn't be a bad second, you know?<BR/><BR/>Bet he hasn't been thought of as a second by many, lol.Hillaryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14705309459113809600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2951727183458114902.post-37913304966262618802008-09-07T13:14:00.000-04:002008-09-07T13:14:00.000-04:00LOL Sunshine. I LOVE when you blog on my blog. h...LOL Sunshine. I LOVE when you blog on my blog. ha ha ha<BR/><BR/>If only you could have been there. We'd have had SUCH fun. You, me, and Mummy. We almost outnumber the party poopers already!<BR/><BR/>And maybe if I had really belted it out, they would have left and I COULD have raced up the aisles pretending Pierce was right behind me. Of course I'd have been tempted not to run TOOOO fast. Whoops! Oh no? Did I trip? Help me, Pierce.<BR/><BR/>:D<BR/><BR/>::siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh::<BR/><BR/>Oh and don't tell GP. I'd really prefer he chase me up the aisles but Pierce fits the theme today so...whaddayado?Hillaryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14705309459113809600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2951727183458114902.post-40639739126791608312008-09-07T12:15:00.000-04:002008-09-07T12:15:00.000-04:00As usual, I'm laughing my you-know-what off over h...As usual, I'm laughing my you-know-what off over here in Oregon, all the way through! (and I too have yoga pants and don't do yoga--they are like the most comfy things ever) <BR/><BR/>Oh, how I wish I would've been there! You KNOW I would be belting it out WITH YOU, right?! Like so belting it out, that the other 7 people (aka party poopers) would have either gave up and joined in, or left. Here's wishing they would have just left so we could get up and also dance-a-long. Maybe run up and down the aisles, pretending we were running up a very steep, candle-lit hill to a church, with Pierce in tow...<BR/><BR/>Wow. What a good imagination.<BR/><BR/>(and I too love the part where Pierce is off to the side dancing during Super Trouper)<BR/><BR/>And LOL at the 5-yr-old in you trying to break out in full sprint to the movie! I love you for that. You are my kind of people. You know this, right?<BR/><BR/>And I so get the hair on the chest bit. I *hate* that. I mean, on my chest. Wait...that still doesn't sound right...like after I get a haaaaaaircute--those hairs. Not um...other hairs. SHEESH! Must I clarify?! I *almost* went off into the world of my imagination there for a second, with Pierce still on the brain. WOAH! Back the truck up, I am getting too carried away over here AND totally blogging on your comment thingy. I should really go back to my blog now.<BR/><BR/>But what I really wanted to say was that I am *so* dang proud of you. :)Sunshinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04406755413501443756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2951727183458114902.post-66954365019748264382008-09-07T10:15:00.000-04:002008-09-07T10:15:00.000-04:00Now THAT's the spirit I'm talking about people! M...Now THAT's the spirit I'm talking about people! Mummy, YOU are NOT a party pooper. Well done.<BR/><BR/>:D<BR/><BR/>And I wish you could have been there with me, too. We'd have had a blast.Hillaryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14705309459113809600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2951727183458114902.post-1888963367571270892008-09-07T07:15:00.000-04:002008-09-07T07:15:00.000-04:00oh Hill I am *crying* reading this! I'm sorry you...oh Hill I am *crying* reading this! I'm sorry you were so disappointed in your fellow movie goers. I only wish I was near enough to have joined you...we could have screamed along together. heheheJaynehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06754036163763172951noreply@blogger.com