tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415960914266446784.post5918270990292922654..comments2023-03-06T09:39:48.113-05:00Comments on WAT'S ON our minds?: Pop n Boo's RevengeDerrillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10850156233590307009noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415960914266446784.post-67611072286544209152011-02-08T18:53:49.351-05:002011-02-08T18:53:49.351-05:00Fascinating. Well, at the very least, you didn'...Fascinating. Well, at the very least, you didn't invoke the Mother's Curse on me for it until I was in college.Derrill Watsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08996812965100062495noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415960914266446784.post-60093860699493297712011-02-08T13:08:42.793-05:002011-02-08T13:08:42.793-05:00HATE to disillusion you, but your penchant for pla...HATE to disillusion you, but your penchant for planning goes *way* back before your college days!<br /><br />in fact, I seem to remember you asking what The Plan was as soon as you got home from school every day, beginning when you were 5 or 6 years old!<br /><br />sometimes, we would have a vague idea of how the rest of the day was going to go, in general terms (Daddy will come home from work around 5, then we'll have dinner -- usually hamburger helper -- & then it's Family Fun Time!)<br /><br />other days, Daddy would have to work late, or we would have a church assignment that threw everything off schedule.<br /><br />but it never failed: as soon as I picked you up from school, you always asked "So -- WHAT's THE PLAN?"Grandma Julehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02903010555361756744noreply@blogger.com