Sandie go momma (not really her blog name, but it’s how I read it LOL!) came up with this great idea…but you’ll have to read her entry as it’s a bit convoluted
Anyway, kizz tasked me with this: “Janet, how about you tell us about your worst kiss. Everybody talks about the good ones!”
My worst kiss…hmmm…might that be the firefighter with the horrid coffee breath? Or the tongue and smear guy? Or how about the guy that had a piece of food stuck in his teeth and it became dislodged…and landed on my tongue? How about the aggressive kisser that did everything waaaay too hard…and believe me, that’s saying a lot, coming from me.
I was reading this article online: Commentary: This is not your father’s country anymore and one particular sentence, “At the end of the day, we are going to have to settle for less. Less money, smaller houses, smaller cars and smaller dreams.“, really caught my eye. In these times of going green[er], what is so bad about smaller houses and smaller cars and why does that equal smaller dreams? Must everyone aspire to a mcmansion and a hummer? If so, why? Why is that the American dream? I really don’t understand this. Why is it bad to live simply and frugally? Why is that anti-American?