tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8790237185857568116.post8141892250155812416..comments2023-02-23T03:34:23.786-05:00Comments on BITS & PIECES: Monday's MemoriesFranceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05220266931049351500noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8790237185857568116.post-73789132582711035662009-01-26T10:03:00.000-05:002009-01-26T10:03:00.000-05:00I had a similar experience in a small town dentist...I had a similar experience in a small town dentist's office in Iowa. I still hate going to the dentist - one of those necessary evils.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8790237185857568116.post-13290244584475056342009-01-26T09:19:00.000-05:002009-01-26T09:19:00.000-05:00Not to make light of your adventure with the denti...Not to make light of your adventure with the dentist but 'lo and behold yet another trait you've passed along to my "little sister". That bridge thing!! While she and were en-route to the Sugar Bowl (go 'Noles) in 98 which was taking place in New Orleans, we had to pull over, yes, pull over so I could assume the driving duties... all because of some bridge of all things!!<BR/><BR/>While in Miami this past fall to once again watch our 'Noles, silly us, we missed our exit which meant that we had to turn around. Did I mention that the turning around included a very long and high bridge. I tried to soothe Beck only to be told to "shut up"....(which we say to one another during stressful driving... which is the only time we talk like that and we don't take it personally!!)her face was pale, her knuckles white and her breathing was very rapid... Well, I sat back (but made sure she was going to survive this adventure) and waited to exit the bridge. <BR/><BR/>But once we exited, Beck was back to being the Beck I love!! At least now we know who started this little bridge thing Momma Robson:)<BR/><BR/><BR/>Love & Moochies (kisses in my house!!)<BR/><BR/>Your Fav Adopted DaughterAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com