tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438559177675541367.post8316052715232274511..comments2024-03-24T10:49:25.188-05:00Comments on Phil Are Go!: Lane Hope Chest - I cedar appeal, but kind of obsolete.PhilAreGo@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05719815455502184849noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438559177675541367.post-72165751554895216362011-12-14T11:17:52.446-06:002011-12-14T11:17:52.446-06:00He's closely inspecting her chest while hoping...He's closely inspecting her chest while hoping to soon give her love box a wooden love-gift.<br /><br />Yes, that was lane.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438559177675541367.post-79394644718908621792011-12-13T21:27:21.540-06:002011-12-13T21:27:21.540-06:00Mr. Postman delivered my pointy tree day card toda...Mr. Postman delivered my pointy tree day card today! Thanks, P.A.G.!!! Well done! Note: I actually found those same "tooth forceps" (12-8-11 post) in an old coffee can in my garage...Now I know what they are. Thanks for the enlightenment...<br /><br />Oh, and Merry Christmas Phil.<br /><br />THORAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438559177675541367.post-52873898054454300832011-12-13T15:17:33.063-06:002011-12-13T15:17:33.063-06:00Fil With An F's Ex-Mess card is in the mail, b...Fil With An F's Ex-Mess card is in the mail, by the way, as are all of them. If any readers haven't received theirs yet, just wait longer.<br /><br />[-Mgmt.]PhilAreGo@gmail.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05719815455502184849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438559177675541367.post-29043546284144009132011-12-13T15:16:10.812-06:002011-12-13T15:16:10.812-06:00Yeah, Fil With An F. That comment was like a post ...Yeah, Fil With An F. That comment was like a post all it's own. Way to pour yourself into your work. The smell of cedar is beloved by almost everyone I know... except my mom, who can't stand it, ironically. Our cedar chest was just the place where we stored all our old clothes. As the youngest, most of my clothes came from there: hand me downs from my older brothers. The only good part of that was the smell.<br /><br />[-Mgmt.]PhilAreGo@gmail.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05719815455502184849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438559177675541367.post-53233161689991553482011-12-13T15:04:26.426-06:002011-12-13T15:04:26.426-06:00Fil, nice comment post, thanks! I hope PAG enterpr...Fil, nice comment post, thanks! I hope PAG enterprises sends you a pointy tree day card, you deserve it. (Got mine today, AWESOME!) -nonmouseAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438559177675541367.post-4957467129836709272011-12-13T12:23:07.529-06:002011-12-13T12:23:07.529-06:00You could have just asked me what a hope chest is,...You could have just asked me what a hope chest is, rather than terrifying that poor intern.<br />My mom's hope chest sat in our garage the entire 18 years that I lived there. While there was certainly linens of sorts inside, there were also wonderful treasures from her childhood. At least, that is what I saw when I would snoop around inside.<br />A deck of cards she had seemed to be a take on charades. Each card had some action the reader would have to pantomime, presumably for others to guess at. I recall that one of them said, "Pretend you are a negro who has just been given a big slice of watermelon." The accompanying art was appropriately racist. There were dozens of cards, but that one has stayed etched in my mind. A relic from an ignorant past.<br />The greatest treasures were the comic books. While nowhere near 'mint condition, they were from my mothers childhood and I would spend hours reading them. I remember they were mostly 'Harvey' comics. Little LuLu, Lil Audrey, Sad Sack... Baby Huey...<br />Anyways, that was my 'hope chest' experience. The cedar oil is powerful stuff. When I would open that lid, the cedar aroma would fill the entire garage. Good times.Filhttp://www.nonphilter.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.com