tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302933471487939083.post7522567065959234159..comments2021-05-04T06:47:14.320-05:00Comments on Sugar Britches: Fruit of the VineSugar Britcheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03158124118074630167noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302933471487939083.post-8969422668925564702008-02-28T18:08:00.000-06:002008-02-28T18:08:00.000-06:00Welcome, June! Thanks for the tip for stems on th...Welcome, June! Thanks for the tip for stems on the cheap. Wereabouts in Arkansas did you live?Sugar Britcheshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03158124118074630167noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302933471487939083.post-29749330123675015992008-02-28T13:40:00.000-06:002008-02-28T13:40:00.000-06:00Found you through Grandad,love your blog.I lived i...Found you through Grandad,love your blog.I lived in Nw Arkansas for a while in the late 90's, loved the people and the area.Also like you i love stemmed glasses. The greatest place to purchase them is Goodwill or thrift shop of your choice, tremendous selection, i am sure a story behind each one and cheap.june in floridahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15856843739713310883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302933471487939083.post-2468478246218118442008-02-26T06:37:00.000-06:002008-02-26T06:37:00.000-06:00Erica Honey, I'm telling ya, stick the dirty dishe...Erica Honey, I'm telling ya, stick the dirty dishes in the oven. It works. I know.<BR/><BR/>You just did, Primal!Sugar Britcheshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03158124118074630167noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302933471487939083.post-82935344097003824332008-02-25T23:22:00.000-06:002008-02-25T23:22:00.000-06:00... but somehow company always gravitates to my ra...<I>... but somehow company always gravitates to my rack</I>.<BR/><BR/>Can I quote you on that?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302933471487939083.post-33333729360865007452008-02-25T23:03:00.000-06:002008-02-25T23:03:00.000-06:00As you recently learned about me, I am a Dirty Dis...As you recently learned about me, I am a Dirty Dish Slacker and, one of the quality-of-life symptoms this grim reality poses is that, in the house, I am known to have a wee tipple straight out of the bottle.<BR/><BR/>That's right. I got your grace and elegance *right here*. No flutes or sparklers for me. Because *I* am a delicate flower.<BR/><BR/>(I'm also overtired and should probably get my azootik to bed instead of writing goofy comments which make little sense on the blogs of peeps I am only newly acquainted with.)Ericahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12602144303531594094noreply@blogger.com