tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020257.post2888859003371805697..comments2023-08-12T09:27:36.998+01:00Comments on Mad Baggage: The Pleasures Of Being OddCherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02646936995485109020noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020257.post-77278346755837871132007-10-17T17:04:00.000+01:002007-10-17T17:04:00.000+01:00good lord, the same nutcase visited me...good lord, the same nutcase visited me...Kimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00299227021974854275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020257.post-73896985531786701782007-10-13T04:44:00.000+01:002007-10-13T04:44:00.000+01:00Gads, a man who does dishes?Where'd ya find him?I ...Gads, a man who does dishes?<BR/><BR/>Where'd ya find him?<BR/><BR/>I knew I should have hung around the library more, damn it. Oh, uh, not that I want a spouse, just got to clear that up.fineartisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03004913358409783650noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020257.post-84831794943235397632007-10-12T18:28:00.000+01:002007-10-12T18:28:00.000+01:00Perhaps you're odd :) but I wouldn't use this as s...Perhaps you're odd :) but I wouldn't use this as sole proof positive. Smells bring out the memories--good and bad for most people I'd guess. I know that I can't stand the smell of wintergreen because I associate it with some nasty dental work I had done as a teenager.<BR/>My mom never used rubber gloves, so that's not a memory for me. And I'm lucky enough to have a spouse who does the dishes!The Library Ladyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14321601076252214546noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020257.post-65873319682055319962007-10-06T02:06:00.000+01:002007-10-06T02:06:00.000+01:00Smells throw me back into worlds past. I've love ...Smells throw me back into worlds past. <BR/><BR/>I've love the smell of a musty basement, the smell of pipe tobacco, and even cigarette smoke and coffee. They all throw me back. <BR/><BR/>I always suspected that you had a smell thing going on too.fineartisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03004913358409783650noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020257.post-83156508441537775292007-10-02T09:20:00.000+01:002007-10-02T09:20:00.000+01:00Smells are so evocative and bring back so many mem...Smells are so evocative and bring back so many memories, especially of childhood!<BR/><BR/>I suspect rubber gloves may enjoy fates not entirely dissimilar to socks...Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04871239587214383387noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020257.post-9054360366178313032007-10-01T12:12:00.000+01:002007-10-01T12:12:00.000+01:00Oh dear. Here I thought I was the only one with a...Oh dear. Here I thought I was the only one with a collection of decaying rubber gloves. I also thought Christmas smelled like cigarette smoke and whiskey breath with undertones of roast beef. It was always too warm in the house, with the thermostat permanently jacked up to 74f even with all those extra bodies.<BR/><BR/>Grandma had the softest hands and ten perfectly manicured nails, so one Jenniferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07802695378617927299noreply@blogger.com