tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2447418486278956877.post2154489411559647763..comments2008-06-29T08:59:41.244-05:00Sean Maconachyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11221487953399401921noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2447418486278956877.post-78580547021840912302008-06-29T08:59:00.000-05:002008-06-29T08:59:00.000-05:00I know someone else in your family who was never too enamoured with flowers. Must be genetic. Love the blog.MJMnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2447418486278956877.post-82086069192038185712008-06-27T21:15:00.000-05:002008-06-27T21:15:00.000-05:00What a wonderful new way to understand that "crazy great" brain of yours. Keep blogging and I'll keep reading. About the fresh flowers, I love them anytime, any place. What you seem to have forgotten (or never learned)is that it's OK to toss them out before they look bad. It's sort of like cold french fries-just toss them out before they smell or make you sick.Batenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2447418486278956877.post-91094335630029803272008-06-27T17:24:00.000-05:002008-06-27T17:24:00.000-05:00What you're forgetting is that I can't even be confident of seeing some of my friends unless there is beer available. My advance directive in case of a coma will include a fully stocked mini-fridge in the room.Sean Maconachyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11221487953399401921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2447418486278956877.post-43643169639544138782008-06-27T17:05:00.000-05:002008-06-27T17:05:00.000-05:00Actually a cold six-pack is the most appropriate hospital visit gift....you the patient can't have much if any and your friends leave as soon as it's gone...feeling much better about themselves, and remembering you as a swell guy...<BR/><BR/>FWP3FWP3noreply@blogger.com