K is for Kisses!

Yeah yeah I know...this is a little mushy, especially since my Granma reads this blog, but considering she never held back with Granpa...here we go!

I love KISSES! I got my first kiss when I was sixteen and two days old...I actually cried on my 16th birthday when the clock struck midnight and I was still V.L. Yes it was sad...but a few days later he came through for me.Frog.

My Junior year I'd moved on to another when a new frog hopped into my life and decided to kiss me in his car outside my parents house and then proceed to not walk me up to my door. I kissed that frog for about six months....

...and while I was kissing that frog I was also kissing another...actually he was more of a toad.

On the last Leap Year (2004) I kissed another frog and I said "That's weird, so our first kiss was on the 29th of February...He was an especially slimy slobbery frog. No Prince.

Again in July I kissed another frog. I kissed him all the way to the MTC.

While waiting for my Frog, one day in May I went to a guys house to borrow some DVDs. I kissed him. I kissed him again and again. Eventually I decided that I didn't want to kiss anymore frogs...I'd found my prince.

People always place emphasis on your first kiss, and yes a first kiss in inevitable. But the most important kiss is your last because that is the person who you will kiss for eternity. So make sure they are a good kisser :)

I did.