It's summer time. And it's around this time one might see plastic banners hanging from the outside of a nearby church inviting kids to attend Vacation Bible School. Oh, the days of VBS. While most kids remember songs, play dates, and pin the tail on Baby Jesus' donkey, I remember that one time…

I was the overweight kid who often watched games before participating, often nominating myself as a judge. IN MY MIND. Oh, yeah…I was a cool kid. Anyway, the kids at VBS made up a game where they'd jump and touch an exit sign. I can do that, I muttered to myself. So I did. But instead of falling gracefully to the floor, I somehow jumped backward and landed on Mrs. Grisby's big toe. Breaking it.

Mrs. Grisby howled and shoot-darnit-oh my'd the way a good Christian lady would in church and I apologized profusely.

Still to day, whenever I see a VBS sign hanging outside of a church, I think of Mrs. Grisby's broken toe. And thank the sweet Lord Almighty for playing a game located by an emergency exit so I could run away.

Which leads me to another installment of Kisses and Disses…

This week's DISSES go to…
*People who use words like “East” when giving me directions…makes me feel like I'm guiding a ship to a new land.
*Broken toes.
*Misspelling. Yesterday I wrote sequence dress instead of sequined dress…ugh. I'm smrat. I prmoise.

This week's KISSES go to…
*Project Runway. Every girl needs little bit of Tim Gunn and Heidi Klum in her life…my tv cup runneth over.
*Pedicures. I have an unhealthy obsession with changing my toe color. WHAT'S UP WITH ALL THIS TOE TALK?!
*Successfully slamming a revolving door. Sorta.

Happy Friday!