tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086987.post7010231202113942796..comments2007-10-24T22:29:05.893-07:00Mambinkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00113319910866693335noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086987.post-40926487623452510852007-10-24T22:29:00.000-07:002007-10-24T22:29:00.000-07:00Our house is all about the pomegranate love and Cup and Bob can have some too, but all they want is the mixed grill.Mambinkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00113319910866693335noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086987.post-1236700470789447892007-10-24T21:47:00.000-07:002007-10-24T21:47:00.000-07:00You sweet pomegranate girls. Were Bob and Queen Cup jealous? And Mmm Mmm, I love me some Mr. Darcy.Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06151459416963952773noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086987.post-31436910447161896792007-10-24T17:43:00.000-07:002007-10-24T17:43:00.000-07:00Totally right. You have every reason to be smug. Silly me did not read your words of wisdom until Sunday and by then it was much, much too late.Mambinkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00113319910866693335noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086987.post-18138150496752954432007-10-24T05:09:00.000-07:002007-10-24T05:09:00.000-07:00Awww. You don't look sick in that picture, at least. You did not listen to me about the beer...I was right, was I not? (smug)Dancing Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02971483653293608861noreply@blogger.com