Don’t be afraid—or disappointed–this is not a post about kissing. Well not completely. It might, possibly come up, in passing–but that would purely be a coincidence.
It’s much more about the pre-kiss thing people do…you know…the PUCKER. I sincerely believe that some people are genetically predisposed to a natural pucker–whether or not they have any prospects close at hand. They just scrunch up their lips like they are just waiting for something.
Don’t you find that odd?
I do. Especially since there are a raft of these sorts at my place.
Take Dane for instance. He makes this face when he’s being all serious and stoic.
Then there’s Jillian–she makes this face when she’s being demure and playful.
Lyndi swears that she never makes a pucker face ev-er. She is incorrect. She makes the face when she is really mad. Almost too mad to speak. You know, the spitting nails kind of mad. I can’t show you a picture of that because how would I ever take a picture of someone that angry–and live to blog about it?
I’m not an idiot, for Pete’s sake.
April makes the face as more of a smirk–as if to say, “Why am I constantly surrounded by stupid people?” So her’s is an attitude pucker. Again, I have no picture of that because, well, I have no desire to be spontaneously incinerated.
I believe it could happen.
And the bald kid? Well he may be the exception in our pucker-face gene pool…for now. I can’t say that I’ve actually seen it, but I believe it’s in there. He just hides all traces with the willpower and stamina of Jason Borne. Someday I’ll capture that kissy face on film, and prove it to the world.
Likely be his wedding day and involve a pretty girl–but I’ll get it.
It’s in the blood, I tell you.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY Laurie!
