tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427664551487364908.post1104315000265081569..comments2023-05-21T03:09:12.991-07:00Comments on Shit I Don't Tell Most People: I See Dead People (in my closet)...A Girl Named Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02337474490479263989noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427664551487364908.post-34897992997334452542012-10-02T21:19:57.215-07:002012-10-02T21:19:57.215-07:00Yeah, I think he liked trees.
I mean, I never hea...Yeah, I think he liked trees. <br />I mean, I never heard him say an unkind word about them (unlike say, his disdain for the "deadly" highway between Phoenix and Las Vegas or David Letterman's interviewing skills before his show went prime-time).<br />I like the tree thing...will keep you posted....Thanks!! A Girl Named Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02337474490479263989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8427664551487364908.post-43526835935611587872012-10-02T15:48:38.690-07:002012-10-02T15:48:38.690-07:00I loved this post. Did your dad like trees? Maybe ...I loved this post. Did your dad like trees? Maybe you could plant a tree and dump him in the hole before you put the tree in. Then, he could fertilize the tree and "live on" or what have you... Just don't plant a fruit tree; that would be nasty.Jenn @ Something Clever 2.0https://www.blogger.com/profile/01286074881865297507noreply@blogger.com