tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9056035148697929273.post8219116799093321342..comments2023-09-13T04:38:41.165-04:00Comments on I Used To Be Witty ...: Put a Band-Aid on it and call me in the morningLyndsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18207977772754943743noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9056035148697929273.post-69845466329328379422008-09-16T12:48:00.000-04:002008-09-16T12:48:00.000-04:00I should have mentioned something to you when I sa...I should have mentioned something to you when I saw the warning signs-she asked for a band-aid when she was at my house, her toe was about to fall off do to some type of major injury. I looked saw no blood, kissed it and told her she would be fine...then realized I kissed her nasty stinky foot (no offense, all feet are nasty and stinky). Next time I'll reach for the band-aid.Amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15162421311922912704noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9056035148697929273.post-50529324028929408092008-09-16T10:17:00.000-04:002008-09-16T10:17:00.000-04:00Thanks for the tip! I wish I would have had one Su...Thanks for the tip! I wish I would have had one Sunday morning when we were making an attempt at a leisurely breakfast out at a local restaurant. I would have happily given one (or 20 or whatever it took)to the little one next to us screaming at the top of her lungs. I will put a stash in my purse for future occasions. I am sure the parents will be grateful for the help:)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com