tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-258286266864280060.post1062244053497957042..comments2023-06-01T06:57:10.478-07:00Comments on Twisted Tales from a Working Single Mom: I Wish I Wish I Were A FishAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00093191953992252628noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-258286266864280060.post-90416241716594738512013-02-04T18:19:07.539-08:002013-02-04T18:19:07.539-08:00Haha! Hey, feeding your kinsmen is an important jo...Haha! Hey, feeding your kinsmen is an important job :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00093191953992252628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-258286266864280060.post-87202097732192936452013-02-04T11:10:32.693-08:002013-02-04T11:10:32.693-08:00Similiar moment. I was 13 with a family and my fri...Similiar moment. I was 13 with a family and my friend. We decided to venture down to the beach barefoot. Warm breeze, salty air. My toes touching grass and sand then BAM! Mountains and mountains of purple shiny objects jutting out of the ground. Being told I can eat these I brought a trusty bucket with me and started the trek down on to the beach to gather my treasures. I stop suddenly and look down. Ouch. My poor naked foot had a piece of shiny purple shell sticking out of it. Poor thing. I picked it out and with great determination I went barralling down to my task of filling up the bucket with purple creatures and anything else I could fine. Needless to say as I dragged my bloody feet back to camp a friend came to my rescue to help pull out the pretty pieces of color and cocooned my limbs in towels. I don't rememer eating my finding of the day but it didn't matter, I the beast brought back food for my kinsmenAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com