tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11979512.post116573401526886362..comments2023-10-01T08:23:21.245-05:00Comments on Ironic Teachings: (Insomniac) Ramblings for the Evening (12/10/2006)Ironichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16566681411984508527noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11979512.post-1168373033864492372007-01-09T14:03:00.000-06:002007-01-09T14:03:00.000-06:00Leab - Get a clue, you are dying for attention fro...Leab - Get a clue, you are dying for attention from your wife, now that she has a child, she is truly done with you. <BR/><BR/>Your blog makes me want to vomit - have you ever done anything wrong in your life, or profiled someone. You are a teacher, clearly you know about profiling?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11979512.post-1165888856208310562006-12-11T20:00:00.000-06:002006-12-11T20:00:00.000-06:00Ah, man...I'm cracking up over your last line. Car...Ah, man...I'm cracking up over your last line. Careful; the blogs I end like that are invariably the ones she dissects with a fine-toothed comb.<BR/><BR/>Wives are tough to figure out with the gift thing, Leab. I must confess I've slacked a bit in the gift/surprise department since we got married; haven't done anything like you've described in forever. You're to be commended for your efforts and I only wish she'd have explained her response more clearly later. Doesn't exactly lend itself to topping yourself in subsequent years.<BR/><BR/>Anyway, sorry about the "profiling" in Tiffany's. There's money in this world; I just don't know where it comes from.Arthur Willoughbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18123009851536675237noreply@blogger.com