MMM...My Favorite

I've got it all planned out.
My first true love's kiss, that is.

It will begin with a summer challenge.
I'll dare him to grow out a marvelous mustache.
(Mustaches are funny, girls. And old school awesome. Humor me.)
If he is hesitant, I will question his manhood.
He will not refuse the challenge.
He may ask what I will give him for doing it.
I will tell him anything he wants.
Facial hair is a big deal.

Weeks, or possibly months later (depending on the growth rate of his upper-lip army),
When afternoon hikes and group picnics have sparked up a lil' somethin,
He will drop me off on my doorstep one night.
I will "suddenly" remember my promise to him.

"Looks like little Joey's not so little anymore,"
I'll tell him, because that is what we will affectionately christen the creature.
"Now what do you want from me?"

"Hm," he will ponder,
"Anything I want. I could ask you to bring me breakfast every day for a month.
Or I could make you walk around campus dressed like Barney the Dinosaur.
But I think I will just ask you to let me kiss you instead."

"Well," I will say,
"A deal is a deal. I've never kissed a moustachio'd man before."

"Me neither," He will respond.

Because my true love is a funny guy.


  1. are my favorite!

  2. LAURA!!!!!!!!!!! I can't believe how honored I ma ot be your friend. :D So either you are extrememly hilarious and talented or you have way too much time on your hands and pondered that for way too long. Maybe a mixture of both? :D

  3. Oh, and don't forget your commitment jacket! :D

  4. Ah, but don't you fret. I shall bust out a commitment jacket post the very day I find it needful to bust the commitment jacket out of my closet. And what a post it shall be...

  5. I think my spleen just 'sploded from laughing so hard.



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