Sweet Hearts.

All images via flickr.

Have a lovely weekend.

Sunday Night Confession.

When I was in first grade, I had a crush on a fat, redheaded, redneck boy named Kenny.

The students in my class were sitting on chairs in a circle and Kenny and I were seated next to one another, holding hands. We were having a spelling contest and when you answered correctly, you got to leave the circle and return to your desk.

When it came to my turn the teacher asked me how to spell "as." I intentionally misspelled it so I wouldn't have to leave the circle and stop holding hands with Kenny.

As it turned out, because I misspelled the word (I don't remember how I misspelled it: az?) I had to go to the end of the circle, so to speak, to start over.

The things we do for love.


[This is my feature where on Sundays I share with you something that you may not know about me and you share something related or otherwise, depending on your mood, about yourself.]

I Love This Song.

It makes me want to be at Daytona Beach, making out with some guy from Holland, Michigan... I mean, it takes me back to senior break in Florida. Only it's updated for the kids, beautifully by The Bird and the Bee:



They also do a gorgeous, very cool version of Carol of the Bells, perfect for the holidays (just ignore the anime).