tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887770847352168870.post4446943699893052090..comments2010-06-24T18:04:16.232-05:00Comments on Jill - the sister: MORE IDEASJillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08736683001547676872noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887770847352168870.post-2984149777188060012009-07-17T22:34:18.094-05:002009-07-17T22:34:18.094-05:00Huh? I'm older and I don't know what you&...Huh? I'm older and I don't know what you're talking about! Oh yeah, that's because I don't cook! Guess I'll never know. Remind me not to have the husband over when you're baking. Don't want him being tempted with your pies. Good thing he has a diminished sense of smell. Might have to knock him upside the head with that cast iron skillet that never gets used.Ms. Ahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06263882972749791087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887770847352168870.post-52981399810938375162009-07-17T21:44:15.586-05:002009-07-17T21:44:15.586-05:00Ms. Anthropy, yer name sounds like it might be a d...Ms. Anthropy, yer name sounds like it might be a disease, or maybe a phobia to ants, I don't know. Not meanin' nothin' mean by that at all. You seem like a real nice gal, ya just have a weird name is all, plus ya got those skinny pink legs and that tiny lil dog.<br />Well anyway, child, iffin' yer not inta cookin' then ya should definitely get inta it! There's nuttin' more appealin' to a man than for him to come home and whiff the smell of a huckleberry pie! Trust me, he will be on you like ticks on a june bug! It works ever time! I know fer a fact it works. I was married once... my Odean would NOT leave me alone when he'd get a smell a my berry pies, why he'd come running from the back 40, and lordy don't you know we would...... well... I'm real sorry 'bout that... went too far, I did.<br />Ms. A, you just bake yourself up a pie and see what happens, I dare ya... I double dog dare ya. Let me know how that goes now, and don't spare nun a them details!<br />I would apologize fer the questionable remarks I made, but I don't think I have any young uns readin' me. You older uns know zackly what I'm talkin 'bout.Jillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08736683001547676872noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887770847352168870.post-26510872127133235362009-07-17T01:58:49.128-05:002009-07-17T01:58:49.128-05:00Too bad I don't cook, I'd have to try that...Too bad I don't cook, I'd have to try that. 30 minutes is more of an investment than I'm willing to make, unless it's in the crock-pot. Don't have to watch that, just sit on my big butt all day and it cooks itself. Chicken broth in my instant rice is about as big a risk as I'll take. (and that's just cause I'm too lazy to make gravy) My kids are all great cooks. Not sure where that came from. Is there such thing as a recessive cooking gene? It had to come from somewhere else, they didn't get it from me.Ms. Ahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06263882972749791087noreply@blogger.com