AKA Kiss or Dis
Kiss
Kiss
Skype... The only way to see my husband while he’s working out of town and how my girls stay in touch with their “Uncle Bubba” and “Tia C” in Japan.
Adele… her voice, her words, her honesty, her venerability, her style, her chin, her piano player, her accent. I love her and I secretly wish I had her accent. I may have even faked a similar brogue when flying home to California from Illinois years ago.
Break up songs… I know weird, right? It reminds me of the pain and then jogs my memory of the feeling of filling that hole with the happy side of a break up.... The make up!
The smell of gasoline... Love it.
Public Speaking... but only when I know what I’m talking about.
Dis
CD packaging… Why does that one sticker at the top always peel off into 72 tiny pieces that stick to everything including underneath my fingernails? I can’t tell you how many CD I have that have a broken case. Ugh.
Yard sales… Only because I need to have one and I’m too connected to my daughters toys and clothes; Who am I kidding, I can’t even let the burp rags go. Sheesh… Sign me up for hoarders already.
Careeres that take loved ones away from you… (i.e. Hubinator out of town, brother overseas, etc.).
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