tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post6125859410995998207..comments2007-10-03T09:29:15.526-07:00Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-32323031999191777522007-10-03T09:29:00.000-07:002007-10-03T09:29:00.000-07:00

meant to comment on this one earlier...isn't it ironic how we now equate going to work with relaxation? i totally hear you on that!

ryrynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-30154020648773158592007-10-01T22:37:00.000-07:002007-10-01T22:37:00.000-07:00

Whoa yeah still here, survived those few days just fine and in fact we just got back from a micro trip to LA<BR/><BR/>Oh and the whisky and chicken thing...too easy, skip straight to bourbon: Wild Turkey.

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-67415206388401053232007-10-01T13:05:00.000-07:002007-10-01T13:05:00.000-07:00

I ate fried chicken at lunch with a friend last week. When I got home from work and told my pregnant wife, she started jonesing for fried chicken. So I ended up having fried chicken twice in one day. I guess that makes up for the lack of whisky.

The Holmeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06381359915367648550noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-71430689372854796602007-10-01T06:01:00.000-07:002007-10-01T06:01:00.000-07:00

Just wondering if you are still with us...?

Ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18296570828032331870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-53887151456925055952007-09-30T13:49:00.000-07:002007-09-30T13:49:00.000-07:00

heehee . . . it's been a couple of days since you posted. i can only presume baby J and the con-man did you in - or your wife came home to the smell of Popeyes, lost it and started stuffing fried chicken legs down your gullet, screaming: you WANT chicken, i'll give you CHICKEN!!!!

angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917231396075713517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-74765655932681480772007-09-29T17:27:00.000-07:002007-09-29T17:27:00.000-07:00

Lather, rinse, repeat... Single mom checking in here. If I had one wish, it would be to be able to pee without an audience.

Vanessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09064785890819152998noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-77031877473792853612007-09-27T08:45:00.000-07:002007-09-27T08:45:00.000-07:00

hahaha... i visit your blog only to notice that your google ad is for FRIED CHICKEN! talk about target marketing... ;-)

lfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07648613364464172542noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-19098482867936268332007-09-26T20:21:00.000-07:002007-09-26T20:21:00.000-07:00

Have not tried fried chicken and whisky yet. I suppose a nice warm burning in the gut complements the bilious, cholesterol-busting yumminess of the deep fried chicken. Which single-malt region pairs best?<BR/>Bummer about the wife--is she really pumping while traveling? Seems like a lot of hardware to carry around for 8 oz of liquid gold per day....

R2Dadnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-26422251576130068752007-09-26T20:05:00.000-07:002007-09-26T20:05:00.000-07:00

What is it with dadbloggers and whisky? Whisky whisky whisky. Dadbloggers love whisky.

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-61516514270247604292007-09-26T16:42:00.000-07:002007-09-26T16:42:00.000-07:00

welcome to my life, but with less chicken and more whisky

Whithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14818211552756821661noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-48303268969396304242007-09-26T10:53:00.000-07:002007-09-26T10:53:00.000-07:00

Popeyes Spicy Fried Chicken: the breakfast of Champions.

MetroDadhttp://metrodad.typepad.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-87548812276295812502007-09-26T09:57:00.000-07:002007-09-26T09:57:00.000-07:00

Totally sympathize w/Cindy on the air travel/TSA/breast pump fun & games - 3 weeks ago was the last time I had to go through that. Junior is now a year old and we are weaning so hopefully no more of that! And we only have one kid so hubby has it easier when I'm on a biz trip....

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