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	<title>Comments on: The Great Cookie Caper</title>
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	<pubDate>Tue, 02 Dec 2008 04:39:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: SIL Twice Removed</title>
		<link>http://psychicgeek.com/the-great-cookie-caper/#comment-4014</link>
		<dc:creator>SIL Twice Removed</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Aug 2008 18:49:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] brother,Mr. Trick, was her second husband. They [...]</description>
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		<title>By: Dizzee &#124; Psychicgeek</title>
		<link>http://psychicgeek.com/the-great-cookie-caper/#comment-2580</link>
		<dc:creator>Dizzee &#124; Psychicgeek</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Apr 2008 14:09:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] suffering younger brother, Dizzee, father of Wild Child, still speaks to me after all the torture Mr. Trick and I put him through. I&#8217;m grateful for this because he is basically kind and quite [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] suffering younger brother, Dizzee, father of Wild Child, still speaks to me after all the torture Mr. Trick and I put him through. I&#8217;m grateful for this because he is basically kind and quite [...]</p>
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		<title>By: Jigging School &#124; Psychicgeek</title>
		<link>http://psychicgeek.com/the-great-cookie-caper/#comment-1717</link>
		<dc:creator>Jigging School &#124; Psychicgeek</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 08 Mar 2008 20:46:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] brother, Mr.Trick? Not so genius. Or maybe just lazy. He would only forge the note and signature when he was up to no [...]</description>
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		<title>By: lceel</title>
		<link>http://psychicgeek.com/the-great-cookie-caper/#comment-1324</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Feb 2008 20:21:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Goodness, your post brings back memories.  Sneaking part way down the stairs at night to watch TV because the TV was in the right part of the living room.  And getting caught, because my Dad was VERY light on his feet.  And not being able to sit down, because we got our spanking in the morning, instead of having to 'sleep on it'.  And the hard wooden chairs in the kitchen, that were difficult to sit in even when your butt wasn't sore from the lickin you just got.  And my Mom's brownies.  And the apple slices from the bakery - the ones with the thick white icing on the top.  And the pumpkin slices from the Bohemian bakery on the corner of the next block.  And Wheaties for breakfast in the morning.  And my Gramps always ate Corn Flakes with sliced banana.  And a sprinkle of sugar.  And strong black coffee. (Not on the corn flakes.)  And Granny used to make strawberry shortcake -after she trimmed the strawberries and sugared them and let them set in a bowl in the refrigerator overnight.

Thanks.

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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Goodness, your post brings back memories.  Sneaking part way down the stairs at night to watch TV because the TV was in the right part of the living room.  And getting caught, because my Dad was VERY light on his feet.  And not being able to sit down, because we got our spanking in the morning, instead of having to &#8217;sleep on it&#8217;.  And the hard wooden chairs in the kitchen, that were difficult to sit in even when your butt wasn&#8217;t sore from the lickin you just got.  And my Mom&#8217;s brownies.  And the apple slices from the bakery - the ones with the thick white icing on the top.  And the pumpkin slices from the Bohemian bakery on the corner of the next block.  And Wheaties for breakfast in the morning.  And my Gramps always ate Corn Flakes with sliced banana.  And a sprinkle of sugar.  And strong black coffee. (Not on the corn flakes.)  And Granny used to make strawberry shortcake -after she trimmed the strawberries and sugared them and let them set in a bowl in the refrigerator overnight.</p>
<p>Thanks.</p>
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		<title>By: Jenny</title>
		<link>http://psychicgeek.com/the-great-cookie-caper/#comment-1319</link>
		<dc:creator>Jenny</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Feb 2008 16:55:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>For several years during a home addition project, my brother and I shared a bedroom that you could only access THROUGH my parents' bedroom. There was no sneaking anywhere at night. However, we had a door that went from our bedroom to the outside and we were threatened with our lives if we EVER opened it. We believed we would be killed and never so much as pondered going out that door.  The threats of punishment by death were far reaching when I was a kid!

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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>For several years during a home addition project, my brother and I shared a bedroom that you could only access THROUGH my parents&#8217; bedroom. There was no sneaking anywhere at night. However, we had a door that went from our bedroom to the outside and we were threatened with our lives if we EVER opened it. We believed we would be killed and never so much as pondered going out that door.  The threats of punishment by death were far reaching when I was a kid!</p>
<p><em>Jenny&#8217;s last blog post..<a href='http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MommyNeeds5Minutes/~3/232481714/first-installment-100-things-about-me.html'>First Installment: 100 Things about Me</a></em></p>
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