Comments on: Don’t Try This at Home http://runningwithbooks.com/2007/09/24/dont-try-this-at-home/ smarter and safer than running with scissors Thu, 30 Sep 2010 17:19:59 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.com/ By: Jo Beaufoix http://runningwithbooks.com/2007/09/24/dont-try-this-at-home/#comment-881 Sun, 30 Sep 2007 23:20:05 +0000 http://runningwithbooks.com/2007/09/24/dont-try-this-at-home/#comment-881 Belle, you are so bad. Hee hee.
When I was little I told my little brother that I was actually an alien and would be leaving for my home planet soon.
It really freaked him out.
I felt quite guilty but I enjoyed it a little too.
Bad Jo.

]]> By: bellevelma http://runningwithbooks.com/2007/09/24/dont-try-this-at-home/#comment-859 Wed, 26 Sep 2007 11:52:52 +0000 http://runningwithbooks.com/2007/09/24/dont-try-this-at-home/#comment-859 Corey, He’s okay now. Unless I bring it up. I guess it’s still a bit of a hot button.

]]> By: Corey http://runningwithbooks.com/2007/09/24/dont-try-this-at-home/#comment-854 Tue, 25 Sep 2007 20:07:10 +0000 http://runningwithbooks.com/2007/09/24/dont-try-this-at-home/#comment-854 LOL you kill me. I dont’ see why he got so upset either…he seems to have quite the imagination himself. LOL how funny. So how is your relationship with him now…is he holding a grudge?

]]> By: bellevelma http://runningwithbooks.com/2007/09/24/dont-try-this-at-home/#comment-842 Mon, 24 Sep 2007 11:24:24 +0000 http://runningwithbooks.com/2007/09/24/dont-try-this-at-home/#comment-842 Jen, Thanks for your comment. And thank you for the award! I’m relieved to know I’m not the only one who’s capable of such a thing (even if you were a kid when you did it). Because my neighbor, when I told her, was absolutely horrified that I would make up such a story to tell Snags.

]]> By: Jen http://runningwithbooks.com/2007/09/24/dont-try-this-at-home/#comment-841 Mon, 24 Sep 2007 11:13:27 +0000 http://runningwithbooks.com/2007/09/24/dont-try-this-at-home/#comment-841 When my brother and I were young, I used to tell him he was hatched from an egg. That one day, mom was walking down the street and found this giant egg in the road and took it home and put it in the fridge. One day, dad wanted an omelette and the only egg left was this giant one. Mom cracked it open, and there was my brother. The bad part was, he believed until he was eight. I felt so guilty.

Oh, and you’ve got an award over at my blog, too!

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