tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931981138747432610.post6161470224769356021..comments2024-03-25T09:03:39.020-07:00Comments on The Uncrushable Jersey Dress: British Word of the DayBetty Debbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16446092401692468002noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931981138747432610.post-81418799143330100172010-12-01T14:55:53.563-08:002010-12-01T14:55:53.563-08:0019971997Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931981138747432610.post-25765144987569941612010-11-30T19:53:48.561-08:002010-11-30T19:53:48.561-08:00Ah. An unauthorized rucker. What year was this?Ah. An unauthorized rucker. What year was this?Keirahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12334172370385784966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931981138747432610.post-11399857730518292722010-11-30T19:02:43.705-08:002010-11-30T19:02:43.705-08:00I got yelled at a Portland, Maine hospital when I ...I got yelled at a Portland, Maine hospital when I got snowed in visiting my mother, who'd been operated on for a broken hip. I'd made the decision not to drive home ("home" being my parents house on the beach, a 30+ minute drive in good weather), and there wasn't even a comfy chair in my mother's room, so I found an unoccupied hospital room and fell asleep. I hadn't climbed into the bed, just slept on top. But either I was a high risk for "cooties" or I'd rucked up their hospital corners, because a nasty Ward Sister (okay, the US equivalent thereof) scolded me.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com