Comments on: Baby, it’s you

By: hola, isabel » Blog Archive » In which I lose count of all my piercings after about nine

Tue, 18 Dec 2007 16:59:16 +0000

[...] Time went on some more, and I got divorced, moved in with my folks, and then I met The King. He may have mentioned to me at some point that he didn’t like multiple earrings. Or belly rings. That was it, I took them all out. (Except for the originals. You always gotta keep the originals.) [...]

By: hola, isabel » Blog Archive » Shot through the heart

hola, isabel » Blog Archive » Shot through the heart — Tue, 27 Nov 2007 18:23:25 +0000

[...] I mean, we all remember that I met The King on a set-up. [...]

By: » Pursenalized, just for me

» Pursenalized, just for me — Tue, 15 May 2007 16:03:18 +0000

[...] Back when The King and I were dating and flying back and forth all the time, I spent a lot of time in airports. On one particular occasion, the plane was late and full and blah, blah, blah, there were a lot of unhappy customers. A flight attendant got on over the PA system and tried to make people feel better. He told jokes and talked in funny voices. [...]

By: Rob

Rob — Tue, 15 Aug 2006 16:51:32 +0000

I think I know everyone in that story but you. Congratulations on making it through 6 years, one more year and you are past the 7 year itch.

By: Zandria

Zandria — Mon, 14 Aug 2006 17:57:18 +0000

That’s an awesome story.