tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28176806.post115462961114284009..comments2024-01-07T05:22:42.110-06:00Comments on Station Wagon Tales: Obviously, I'm in denialShotgunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08744191821191507827noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28176806.post-1154965935192370322006-08-07T10:52:00.000-05:002006-08-07T10:52:00.000-05:00It looks worse than it is. When you're in that si...It looks worse than it is. When you're in that situation you just deal. When you look back on it you think "how did I do that?" I'll admit that Shotgun and her little brother (who are almost exactly the same # of months apart as Back Seat Girl and Boy) never were that bad. They knew how long of a rope I had and always seemed to stop short of it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28176806.post-1154637735307449502006-08-03T15:42:00.000-05:002006-08-03T15:42:00.000-05:00Denial is why we are not only children. Our mother...Denial is why we are not only children. Our mother’s denied the pain of labor, and the prospect of sleepless nights, temper tantrums, band concerts, and teaching us to drive. Thankfully we are the oldest, but there is a reason my sister and are 12 years apart.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com