tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827304.post115923142922295202..comments2024-03-16T23:29:38.975-04:00Comments on mean mama: it's dark outside and my child is on a boatLiz Woodburyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04750827253619397973noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827304.post-1159407009064824042006-09-27T21:30:00.000-04:002006-09-27T21:30:00.000-04:00oh yeah, we're all absolutely fixated on the bucke...oh yeah, we're all absolutely fixated on the bucket.Liz Woodburyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04750827253619397973noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827304.post-1159404903722116212006-09-27T20:55:00.000-04:002006-09-27T20:55:00.000-04:00what's this about ...the bucket?!!! are they on a ...what's this about ...the bucket?!!! are they on a ship to India??? eeek . worse than I thought!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827304.post-1159280110932100382006-09-26T10:15:00.000-04:002006-09-26T10:15:00.000-04:00I agree totally! I felt exactly the same as I snu...I agree totally! I felt exactly the same as I snuggled into bed last night. I just hope some things happen that are really fun for both of them! And I hope they've both gotten used to the bucket....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827304.post-1159268222774969102006-09-26T06:57:00.000-04:002006-09-26T06:57:00.000-04:00i felt extremely guilty lying in my toasty warm be...i felt extremely guilty lying in my toasty warm bed last night, a furry dog by my side, wondering what was happening on the s.s. dowd. also this morning, waking up, making tea, picturing the cold girls with sleep lines on their faces, morning breath, no hot water (though i guess they can produce it on their propane stoves?). it's so weird not to be able to check in, get little details, etc!Liz Woodburyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04750827253619397973noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827304.post-1159246346482170052006-09-26T00:52:00.000-04:002006-09-26T00:52:00.000-04:00Mon dieu! Je n'ai jamais entendu parler de "mal d...Mon dieu! Je n'ai jamais entendu parler de "mal de debarquement"! I have to remember that my dad, at age 68, sailed on a boat only 5 feet longer than theirs (but with nice beds and indoor plumbing), and probably with far less expertise than those Outward Bound teachers, from July '85 to March '86 (with quite a few stops), and made it back alive and well, AND without mal de debarquement....As I sit in my house with my wool socks and corduroy shirt on, I have to wonder if our little darlin's are warm enough....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com