tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8937223408953728341.post7639050308173049725..comments2024-03-07T05:17:50.699-05:00Comments on Awful But Functioning: And a Craptastic New Year!Tashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07376651134993450207noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8937223408953728341.post-52478821518854404682008-02-13T21:28:00.000-05:002008-02-13T21:28:00.000-05:00Best Christmas cards I've ever seen!Best Christmas cards I've ever seen!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8937223408953728341.post-50396338766419840852007-12-27T20:14:00.000-05:002007-12-27T20:14:00.000-05:00i saw those cards over at alittlepreg. i love it!...i saw those cards over at alittlepreg. i love it!! you just stole the show, though, with your total genius shit IQ.<BR/><BR/>what's a shit IQ, you ask? i am finding shit intelligence hard to come by these days. kinda like seeing through shit, darkly. but funnily. hey, i totally reserve the right to make up words. all my real smarties are wrapped up in the shit now!<BR/><BR/>hey, seriously, that was great. it was like that last xmas gift i didn't even know i was missing till i got it.<BR/><BR/>and a merry xmas to you as well, from the mother-fucked!charmedgirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12317107200577724625noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8937223408953728341.post-50728640406919624652007-12-27T17:00:00.000-05:002007-12-27T17:00:00.000-05:00I love it. LOVE IT. It's not too late to mail it.M...I love it. LOVE IT. It's not too late to mail it.<BR/>My husband can't understand why I was so upset to receive the photo card from BIL and SIL with their healthy, LIVE toddler - and of course, invisible but there, the baby due in April, days away from the one I just lost. And inside, the breezy 'See you in 2008!'<BR/>Fuck you, too.<BR/>Hope your new year doesn't suck, Tash.Meganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02222598464601154747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8937223408953728341.post-91004222445541956562007-12-21T22:12:00.000-05:002007-12-21T22:12:00.000-05:00i am just catching up, but I wanted to tell you th...i am just catching up, but I wanted to tell you that this is perfect, in the raw and unceremonious way more than a few people could stand to be exposed to.<BR/>And it makes me glad nobody is expecting cards from us. Cause yeah...Juliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09745262857388007041noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8937223408953728341.post-74471869011377009062007-12-21T11:56:00.000-05:002007-12-21T11:56:00.000-05:00Wow. This is fabulous.Wow. This is fabulous.OrchidLoverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16518521084587641811noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8937223408953728341.post-58088895121389434342007-12-20T12:09:00.000-05:002007-12-20T12:09:00.000-05:00Your post reminded me of a joke Christmas card my ...Your post reminded me of a joke Christmas card my friends received this year. On the front it reads 'This Christmas why don't you...<BR/>... just f*ck off!<BR/><BR/>Genius. <BR/>I wish I'd sent them out.Coggyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07435179051565255934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8937223408953728341.post-37048453465682947092007-12-19T16:38:00.000-05:002007-12-19T16:38:00.000-05:00Love the cards in a seriously covetous sort of way...Love the cards in a seriously covetous sort of way, and was nodding "YES!" all the way through the letter, too.Wabihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11197718938974431186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8937223408953728341.post-6797375530694395892007-12-19T16:10:00.000-05:002007-12-19T16:10:00.000-05:00This is too good. I love it. But I hate that you...This is too good. I love it. But I hate that you have to write something like this on your deadbaby blog. I hate that you have a deadbaby blog. Period.<BR/><BR/>Those cards are the best. I wish I had the guts to send out something like that. Instead, I send nothing and hide and avoid the holidays. <BR/><BR/>Tash, I love the way you write. If I ever need a: "hey, my life blows chunks and here's why..." letter, I am so hitting you up for help in writing it. You write how I feel, but don't have the 'nads to write myself. I really DO need to grow a pair, one of these days. My in-laws could stand to hear a few things...maybe they need a merry freaking Christmas letter, all of their own?meghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00113578396438869433noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8937223408953728341.post-49505006160828758712007-12-19T13:44:00.000-05:002007-12-19T13:44:00.000-05:00your letter is perfect. so perfect, in fact, i mig...your letter is perfect. so perfect, in fact, i might plagiarize it.<BR/><BR/>i love your blog. thank you for being angry out loud.<BR/><BR/>and i'm so sorry that you have so much to be angry about.<BR/><BR/>--carole (fr v4.0)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8937223408953728341.post-28199689450964597292007-12-19T12:40:00.000-05:002007-12-19T12:40:00.000-05:00Love it. In, y'know, a sick sort of way. Somehow...Love it. In, y'know, a sick sort of way. Somehow a dead baby seems to make all those cliches we trot out at this time of year pretty much meaningless.niobehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08315267454529454063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8937223408953728341.post-2129378184484899832007-12-19T11:16:00.000-05:002007-12-19T11:16:00.000-05:00It is possible to laugh and cry at the same time. ...It is possible to laugh and cry at the same time. This is fantastic. And horrible. And real. <BR/><BR/>Thanks for the laugh/cry. It's better than the straight crying.<BR/><BR/>Would you send me a private e-mail at whichbox@gmail.com? I want to ask you a question, if you don't mind.Which Boxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14223363075283823935noreply@blogger.com