Comments on: No Strings–Fun? http://mikeyllo.com/blog/2009/08/23/no-strings-fun/ Thu, 24 Nov 2011 02:24:40 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.1.3 By: dad http://mikeyllo.com/blog/2009/08/23/no-strings-fun/comment-page-1/#comment-58 dad Sun, 04 Oct 2009 01:10:55 +0000 http://mikeyllo.com/blog/?p=39#comment-58 I truly enjoyed reading your blogs, as I've said before I like your style of writing. I will pick up with the one on the elavator on Sunday. I truly enjoyed reading your blogs, as I’ve said before I like your style of writing. I will pick up with the one on the elavator on Sunday.

]]> By: Dawn http://mikeyllo.com/blog/2009/08/23/no-strings-fun/comment-page-1/#comment-46 Dawn Mon, 24 Aug 2009 12:17:30 +0000 http://mikeyllo.com/blog/?p=39#comment-46 Michael, Ohh so much to say and where to begin? Ok, first - get out of my head. You entered without knocking and that's just rude. I guess your mom didn't teach you manners while she was mistaking you for the dog. Second (and more importantly) I think we found your major. You are an extremely talented writer. I was laughing out loud several times. Especially the last sentence as I sit here at the office looking around at some of these folks. Yes.....there is a lid to every pot. Guess I need to hit antique row to find my old, battered, well-used lid. Good luck with your search. Maybe me and my bowling shoes can join you one night. Love, Your favorite ex-coworker. (Hey, wait. You weren't talking about me in that last sentence, were you?...... ) ;-) Michael, Ohh so much to say and where to begin? Ok, first – get out of my head. You entered without knocking and that’s just rude. I guess your mom didn’t teach you manners while she was mistaking you for the dog. Second (and more importantly) I think we found your major. You are an extremely talented writer. I was laughing out loud several times. Especially the last sentence as I sit here at the office looking around at some of these folks. Yes…..there is a lid to every pot. Guess I need to hit antique row to find my old, battered, well-used lid.

Good luck with your search. Maybe me and my bowling shoes can join you one night.

Love, Your favorite ex-coworker. (Hey, wait. You weren’t talking about me in that last sentence, were you?…… ) ;-)

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