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January 06, 2008
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Oh duh! Glad I checked back. Guess I am stoopid!
Posted by: Sophia | January 07, 2008 at 04:46 PM
Probably it's so hard to find a little rock in LR is that all the tourists took them home with them.
Posted by: witchypoo | January 07, 2008 at 03:58 PM
You got some paws on you, girl. I can say that cuz I do too. Having to wear men's gloves ain't no picnic. They're bulky, and the fingers are too wide. But the women's gloves are made for midgets (anyone under 5'10" in my book) ;-).
I am actually jealous of shorter people for many reasons, but mostly because they don't get that "are you about to give me a rectal?" look when people see their hands.
That's one funny-colored turd. What do they eat there in LR? Possom? What, no corn?
But you sure do have some purty hands.
Posted by: Michelle | January 07, 2008 at 12:14 AM
"Oh Atlanta, I hear you calling, I'm coming back to you one fine day..." :)
When I first looked at the picture, I thought, "Little shit? What have the kids done?"
Posted by: alison | January 06, 2008 at 11:10 PM
Go somewhere Bill Clinton slept and lick it. I would.
Posted by: Mom101 | January 06, 2008 at 07:37 PM
Dig, I did not understand what you were getting at until I clicked comments. I am quick like that. My husband and my father grew up in Arkansas, and Little Rock is like as good as it gets in Arkansas. Except maybe West Memphis. I'm proud of you for following your husband, though. I hope your time passes quickly and effortlessly.
Posted by: angie | January 06, 2008 at 05:05 PM
Ah! I thought you were a holding Danny Bonaduce weiner. GaH!
Got it now! Little Rock. Can't be as bad as the six months we spent in the Ozarks. Hello, confederate flags! Hello KKK.
It was shocking for a California native who went to Berkeley. I hope Li'l Rock is a bit more open-minded.
Posted by: Scout's honor | January 06, 2008 at 03:26 PM
Took me a sec to get it. I'll admit it. Then the caffeine kicked in and I realized you weren't holding a shit in your hand or anything else creepy (like Marilyn Manson's foreskin which he supposedly keeps in a jar...ewwww).
Litte Rock. Welcome to your temporary home. Good luck...
Posted by: Redneck Mommy | January 06, 2008 at 02:20 PM
lol.
Dude. I can't see your house. I'm squinting and everything.
Glad you're safe and sound with sense of humor intact.
Posted by: the new girl | January 06, 2008 at 01:55 PM
TURD?
HAHA.
Ironically, it was very hard to find a little rock in Little Rock.
What's that all about? Shouldn't they be, like, everywhere?
Posted by: Motherhood Uncensored | January 06, 2008 at 12:37 PM
ha ha! You're funny! :D
Posted by: stella | January 06, 2008 at 12:15 PM
You're there already? :)
Posted by: Submommy | January 06, 2008 at 12:03 PM
Hardeeharhar. Like I've never heard THAT one before! ;)
Posted by: Christy | January 06, 2008 at 12:01 PM
Little Rock, people. Little Rock, Arkansas, little rock in her hand.
Do I get a prize or something? :)
Posted by: Amy | January 06, 2008 at 11:58 AM
I was gonna say I didn't get it, but now I think I might get it, and maybe you aren't in Kansas anymore? Or Georgia, as the case may be?
Posted by: FishyGirl | January 06, 2008 at 11:53 AM
Very clever. It looked like a turd at first and then I realized what it really was.
Posted by: *pixie* | January 06, 2008 at 11:43 AM
I raise my hand and admit that I don't get it.
Posted by: Mrs. Chicken's Sister | January 06, 2008 at 11:35 AM
ok, I guess I'll have to check back later. I need more coffee or I'm just stoopid lol.
Posted by: Sophia | January 06, 2008 at 11:32 AM
I'm thinking that's a rock, and not something really yucky. If it is a rock then Hahahaha. If it's not a rock then I just hoped you washed your hands.
Posted by: Lauraszoo | January 06, 2008 at 10:54 AM
What a dud!
Posted by: Bill | January 06, 2008 at 10:20 AM