tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496267973912420638.post6454345060178244319..comments2023-11-05T05:27:49.392-05:00Comments on The Raisin Chronicles: EggcentricityJeanne Estridgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13096521122802823385noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496267973912420638.post-17969161102269850502009-01-20T14:02:00.000-05:002009-01-20T14:02:00.000-05:00This was too funny! Of course I grew up only have...This was too funny! Of course I grew up only haveing an outhouse til I was about 8. Two seaters were great for not being alone in the outhouse. I never liked being alone. I always took my baby brother with me. <BR/>Eggs in the outhouse? Smart Chickens! Who would think to look there? <BR/>Thank you for the encouraging comments on my blog when I was so sick, I apprecate them!Far Side of Fiftyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07995757632158408442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496267973912420638.post-27737270205874550992009-01-19T22:46:00.000-05:002009-01-19T22:46:00.000-05:00You have brought up some memories for me with this...You have brought up some memories for me with this post. But I would love to hear about the eggs.Debbiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17480046958714954128noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496267973912420638.post-75098329687120380762009-01-19T11:23:00.000-05:002009-01-19T11:23:00.000-05:00Snake Eggs? Electric Fences? Great Aunt Bertha's s...Snake Eggs? Electric Fences? Great Aunt Bertha's sounds like something out of a horror movie.Bellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09544499105873976552noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496267973912420638.post-44338277514266625422009-01-19T10:07:00.000-05:002009-01-19T10:07:00.000-05:00I, too, am having a little trouble picturing how t...I, too, am having a little trouble picturing how the eggs ended up in one of the holes. Also how, apparently, someone might look into the hole, see the eggs, and think, "Mmmm, breakfast!" But maybe it's just my city ways, so who am I to judge? <BR/><BR/>Maybe you could have tried peeing <B>on</B> the electric fence...NGhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14129806787655566395noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496267973912420638.post-85025279884540917172009-01-19T06:10:00.000-05:002009-01-19T06:10:00.000-05:00How terrible! I would have just brought a bucket....How terrible! I would have just brought a bucket.The Blonde Duckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00085499120024055465noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496267973912420638.post-77444180919144917002009-01-18T21:30:00.000-05:002009-01-18T21:30:00.000-05:00Real cute. Thanks for the mental visual.Real cute. Thanks for the mental visual.Stuart Maughanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15599216017138693324noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496267973912420638.post-3400232210735187812009-01-18T19:33:00.000-05:002009-01-18T19:33:00.000-05:00LOLOLOL - At least you didn't have to "go" in the ...LOLOLOL - At least you didn't have to "go" in the outhouse!HoodChickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08675041170740517867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496267973912420638.post-60546304454609694362009-01-18T15:31:00.000-05:002009-01-18T15:31:00.000-05:00omg- that was so funny! ZAP!!The whole egg thing...omg- that was so funny! ZAP!!<BR/><BR/><BR/>The whole egg thing creeps me out.....Vodka Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04734323418017847775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496267973912420638.post-38908115201249148422009-01-18T13:08:00.000-05:002009-01-18T13:08:00.000-05:00A double seater?Wow, I never even knew that was an...A double seater?<BR/><BR/>Wow, I never even knew that was an option.<BR/><BR/>Definitely enough to freak me out.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496267973912420638.post-28666284604220241262009-01-18T13:03:00.000-05:002009-01-18T13:03:00.000-05:00Oh my goodness! You always come up with fascinatin...Oh my goodness! You always come up with fascinating stories. I suppose you could put eggs in there to hatch them?Rachel Cotterillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08969719330048416996noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496267973912420638.post-83008201229497620832009-01-18T11:00:00.000-05:002009-01-18T11:00:00.000-05:00Not unheard of to hear stories of drunk hunters in...Not unheard of to hear stories of drunk hunters in Michigan peeing on electric fences- but sober little girls? That's a new one...:)buffalodickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00663035745368682736noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496267973912420638.post-54861441767943331092009-01-18T10:42:00.000-05:002009-01-18T10:42:00.000-05:00Snake eggs came to my mind too, since poo is so wa...Snake eggs came to my mind too, since poo is so warm it makes sense...my great-grandparents had an out house near the chicken coupe...I was afraid one would peck me in the booty...I never went to the potty so fast in my life...thanks for that memory!Chef Ehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11198603107302675448noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496267973912420638.post-67794791036706988262009-01-18T08:59:00.000-05:002009-01-18T08:59:00.000-05:00Eggs? What kind of eggs? All I can think of is sna...Eggs? What kind of eggs? All I can think of is snake eggs? I hated outhouses too. My parents friends all had lake cottages and had outhouses before their bathrooms were finished. Not my best memories even without an electric fence! Poor Jeanne. And for the record your comment yesterday made me want to cry. And I do read my email constantly cuz I can check it on my phone. The problem is when I need to respond.Janhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10021078503152904909noreply@blogger.com