tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966632750818783239.post5192992150885274546..comments2014-09-16T10:32:53.161-06:00Comments on Sharon's Sabbatical Year: The Terrible ToronadoSharon G. Frizzellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11560823153448060274noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966632750818783239.post-527975329016835242010-09-16T09:44:23.666-06:002010-09-16T09:44:23.666-06:00You know that some of those days, all he wanted to...You know that some of those days, all he wanted to do was hang around the house with you, too! <3Sharon G. Frizzellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11560823153448060274noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966632750818783239.post-28327052116486091762010-09-14T07:30:02.781-06:002010-09-14T07:30:02.781-06:00I love that :) Reminds me of all the times he pick...I love that :) Reminds me of all the times he picked me up from the nurse's office in elementary school. He didn't complain once, at least not to me, or at least I don't remember it. Sometimes I just wanted to go home and hang out with him. And I always knew there was a trip to the video store in it for me. His white horse back then was a turquoise Geo Metro :PAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13993712362192966704noreply@blogger.com