tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7986400840439437595.post6446179146862591372..comments2023-10-28T07:38:43.327-04:00Comments on Letters, Words, Thoughts, Ideas, Stories...: My So-Called "Real" LifeTiffany Schmidthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07027955587655310354noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7986400840439437595.post-33509186100326846082009-04-09T19:18:00.000-04:002009-04-09T19:18:00.000-04:00Haha! Harvey and Herbie would get along so well! I...Haha! Harvey and Herbie would get along so well! Imagine if we'd been IRL friends as children... I don't think we'd have survived to reach adulthood.Tiffany Schmidthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07027955587655310354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7986400840439437595.post-75759871819621611222009-04-08T22:10:00.000-04:002009-04-08T22:10:00.000-04:00Now I fully understand how we hit it off so well. ...Now I fully understand how we hit it off so well. I had an imaginary "bug" that lived in my stomach when I was little. When I asked my mom what was for dinner, I would then look down my shirt and ask "Herbie" if he thought meatloaf was okay. He rarely did. :D<BR/><BR/>I also walk around during the day sometimes (as an I-should-know-better adult) convinced that demons/fairies/vampires/whathaveyou are going to spring out at any moment. ...And I have had that VERY conversation with St. S. His term for my mental absence is that I'm "thinking about rainbows" because that's the answer I gave him once when he asked. <BR/><BR/>Excuse me, IMH awaits...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com