tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628264964152732706.post7263741253405405762..comments2020-02-23T01:21:38.910-05:00Comments on 4 AM Feeding: Why It's 80 Degrees in My CarUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628264964152732706.post-84886925928097750702008-02-08T17:50:00.000-05:002008-02-08T17:50:00.000-05:00Flintstone-mobile? That is so funny.You and Michel...Flintstone-mobile? That is so funny.<BR/><BR/>You and Michelle and your old cars - you can gladly have my 10-year old piece of crud. I'd love a new car. I guess the key is getting preggers, huh?Jennyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06862496090402365429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628264964152732706.post-85254521442286572202008-02-06T13:43:00.000-05:002008-02-06T13:43:00.000-05:00Todd made me give up my 1985 Honda when I was preg...Todd made me give up my 1985 Honda when I was pregnant with Riley. <BR/><BR/>"No baby of mine is going to be carted around in that car." <BR/><BR/>I gave it to my younger brothers, and my mother...in driving it to give to them, plowed into a deer and wrecked it. <BR/><BR/>That's just something Todd's conscience will have to grapple with. That poor, sweet car never did a thing to him.Michelle O'Neilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03221354521123541601noreply@blogger.com