tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1082768808743982537.post7244994387347078908..comments2009-04-03T09:50:03.319-07:00pooja bhatiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14199548642368672176noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1082768808743982537.post-83889321292569295872009-04-03T09:50:00.000-07:002009-04-03T09:50:00.000-07:00pooja i love your blog. i just realized i can get wifi in my room, and have been reading through your blog (sometimes outloud) to matt. way more entertaining than the snowy, tv "shows" and commercials we are normally watching around this time at night. i love the tulsi, its basil (did you know that)?? matt has on occasion very stealthily ripped a few leaves off the tulsi shrine down stairs, as a taste from home to add to our pasta sauce. but it must be a different variety of basil... oh well.sophiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03834368000655176086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1082768808743982537.post-29309736581248797582009-02-03T21:10:00.000-08:002009-02-03T21:10:00.000-08:00omg. i just died reading that. i miss you. do you miss me?Michhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14895005475221377152noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1082768808743982537.post-25307374718322778082009-01-25T06:12:00.000-08:002009-01-25T06:12:00.000-08:00omg Pooj. that is the most hilarious thing I have ever heard. and dude. i can totally relate. i walked into my grandma's kitchen one morning to get coffee, forgetting that because it was that time of the month, the kitchen is off limits... and the prayer room... and my grandma. yeah. that was embarassing. everone knew i had my period. go me.Hamsahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03769234530898603213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1082768808743982537.post-80400062403330060242009-01-23T18:54:00.000-08:002009-01-23T18:54:00.000-08:00OMG! You are going to hell! I'll save you a seat.pooj and jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07507022882101874154noreply@blogger.com