tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18846670.post8403293245737450666..comments2023-10-22T08:57:34.820-04:00Comments on Wickstrom Adventures: Belated, but still a good idea!beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11888299664098553089noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18846670.post-83213747659418559742009-03-10T13:52:00.000-04:002009-03-10T13:52:00.000-04:00That last comment was me...not Sterling! Although ...That last comment was me...not Sterling! Although he thinks you are fabulous, he doesn't love Rob!Jessica F.https://www.blogger.com/profile/06174655794500415290noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18846670.post-73796948674376455462009-03-10T13:48:00.000-04:002009-03-10T13:48:00.000-04:00Loved it! And LOVE you more that I love Rob!!!!Loved it! And LOVE you more that I love Rob!!!!Sterlinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00708399224931771193noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18846670.post-22976227438336608962009-03-10T13:46:00.000-04:002009-03-10T13:46:00.000-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Sterlinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00708399224931771193noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18846670.post-23308596165116432772009-03-10T08:01:00.000-04:002009-03-10T08:01:00.000-04:00and I love you more than a new platter, a new trif...and I love you more than a new platter, a new trifle bowl, and new ramekins (which I really do need)!Hollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07371198146195752046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18846670.post-8956958493611092622009-03-09T13:11:00.000-04:002009-03-09T13:11:00.000-04:00Best part=right alignment ;)Love them!Best part=right alignment ;)<BR/><BR/>Love them!DC Divahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10086488065351224485noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18846670.post-41527800619621710852009-03-09T10:26:00.000-04:002009-03-09T10:26:00.000-04:00mine must still be in the mail.i had a dream about...mine must still be in the mail.<BR/><BR/>i had a dream about you sunday night. crazy huh? kinda long, but i'll try to shorten it. you were a choir director, and you really wanted me to be in your choir (i dont know why) but you hated me and i hated you. but you wanted my voice (still..i dont know why). at our performance, everyone in the choir was dressed up really pretty and i came in...coincidentally, what i was sleeping in. black yoga pants and a monsters inc. t-shirt. you were really mad, but didnt want me to not sing, so you let me go up like that anyways.<BR/>the end (c:aniChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05081383274974114127noreply@blogger.com