tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096776708897685863.post6858339875130557967..comments2024-02-23T04:39:49.329-05:00Comments on Conversations in Klal: A Winter WonderlandProfKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17954446826821665314noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096776708897685863.post-6146748223972215022007-12-03T10:49:00.000-05:002007-12-03T10:49:00.000-05:00I used to like snow. Then I grew up and it became ...I used to like snow. Then I grew up and it became a nuisance. I could weep, but that would be a waste of time.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096776708897685863.post-76111007390477987832007-12-02T14:41:00.000-05:002007-12-02T14:41:00.000-05:00Sorry, but it took me a while to stop laughing bef...Sorry, but it took me a while to stop laughing before I could type again. I am so not a morning person. Read your comment to my hubby and he is still laughing. I function okay, I do what I have to, but no one better talk to me until at least that third cup of coffee. For my sins, I once had to teach a class beginning at 7:30 am--the students all knew to show up with coffee for me or their day was going to go downhill before it ever got a chance to go uphill.<BR/><BR/>Whoever you are facing across the table is probably there despite the fact that his/her bio rhythms are saying go back to bed. I can truly sympathize.ProfKhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17954446826821665314noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096776708897685863.post-30153974478076185012007-12-02T13:48:00.000-05:002007-12-02T13:48:00.000-05:00Are you always this cheerful on an early Sunday mo...Are you always this cheerful on an early Sunday morning? Is it the brand of coffee? Wouldn't mind exchanging you for the the grump I get to face in the mornings. Or maybe you could just print the name of the coffee?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com