tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685759408151060633.post3045833621207723348..comments2023-06-20T14:15:43.589-07:00Comments on Steingruebl World Enterprises: Growing PainsSWEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05567663448928052303noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685759408151060633.post-18676968105151316642007-07-04T11:13:00.000-07:002007-07-04T11:13:00.000-07:00I remember getting those. A lot. Into my teen ye...I remember getting those. A lot. Into my teen years, even. I remember spending an hour on one particular Christmas morning crying quietly in my bedroom, alone, because it hurt so bad and I didn't feel like I could sit at the breakfast table without crying. No one likes a downer on Christmas. Thankfully I had a really gread Dad who notices his youngest daughter was missing from the table, and came to the rescue with one of his signature leg rubs.<BR/><BR/>To Elise from Auntie Roni: leg cramps suck, so thank Mommy or Daddy profusely for the leg rubs-they're the only thing that really work.Ronihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13886608469127234736noreply@blogger.com