tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7934244054499048495.post3320860928567660732..comments2024-01-30T02:27:54.362-05:00Comments on The Neurotic Housewife: Blisters, Cookies and Blogging From A New LocationAlisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13525780741420745603noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7934244054499048495.post-79983077932125659422009-08-15T11:37:20.604-04:002009-08-15T11:37:20.604-04:00I know; it is rude. I don't mind if *I* offer...I know; it is rude. I don't mind if *I* offer them, or if Caroline asks me if she and her friends can have one, but when a kid, not belonging to me, just out of the blue asks me, I get really annoyed. I took the same girl to the pool with us and while I was preparing the the pool bag she asked "what are you bringing for snack?" I always bring one, because swimming makes Caroline ravenous. So, I said "goldfish crackers." "Can you bring fruit gushers, too?" she said. "Uh, no" I replied. And then she said, "Well, what about a drink?" It's not polite to throw other people's children through the window, so I kept under control, but I sure did want to shake that kid. I swear I have a "walk all over me" sign pinned to my back that only children can see.Alisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13525780741420745603noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7934244054499048495.post-935842117015179752009-08-15T09:54:34.728-04:002009-08-15T09:54:34.728-04:00My mom hated it when my friends would ask for stuf...My mom hated it when my friends would ask for stuff, like food and snacks. She thought it was very rude.Sissyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05831098254614285216noreply@blogger.com