tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141151674921716750.post4412446184962994144..comments2023-03-24T04:48:45.809-07:00Comments on Language Is A Virus: TriggerUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141151674921716750.post-60180899604788296772011-06-07T07:50:11.811-07:002011-06-07T07:50:11.811-07:00Your gentleman-bad-boy sounds much tamer than mine...Your gentleman-bad-boy sounds much tamer than mine. But yes, it is funny how frequently something will bring him to mind.Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06237138428325062807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141151674921716750.post-72690367077694839522011-06-07T05:19:02.574-07:002011-06-07T05:19:02.574-07:00Ah...the one that got away. We all have one of tho...Ah...the one that got away. We all have one of those. Mine drove an orange VW bug and a motorcycle, listened to punk rock and my parents hated him. He was a god. Funny how the most mundane task brings them back to mind and heart. You captured the feeling so well, Heather.Monica Manninghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15261586665831377609noreply@blogger.com