<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768215849670275714</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:03:46.851-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Write Wanda Write</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog will show recipes of the week, tips of the day, and others. I will do an update account of my condition after the accident.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writewanda.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768215849670275714/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writewanda.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>writewanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400334425159610109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768215849670275714.post-716548222959624377</id><published>2008-03-05T23:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T11:35:15.035-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The adorable things kids say</title><content type='html'>Daddy Snores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if all of you have heard about it, but Texas has had some pretty scary weather lately. The other night it got so bad that we made our children come downstairs  and sleep in our master bath, the only room with out a window. My daughter who was very excited about sleeping in the bathtub, told her teacher as soon as she got to school that day. When she got home she asked if she could sleep in the bath tub again. I asked "So you liked sleeping in the bath tub huhh?" she excitedly said "YES." Then my son chimed in "Even with DADDY SNORING?" Then my daughter paused and replied "No Daddy would have to sleep up in my room!" &lt;br /&gt;I heard her all night in the bathtub huffing and puffing when he got to loud!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768215849670275714-716548222959624377?l=writewanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writewanda.blogspot.com/feeds/716548222959624377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768215849670275714&amp;postID=716548222959624377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768215849670275714/posts/default/716548222959624377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768215849670275714/posts/default/716548222959624377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writewanda.blogspot.com/2008/03/things-kids-say.html' title='The adorable things kids say'/><author><name>writewanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400334425159610109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
