Kissing a man with a beard is a lot like going to a picnic. You don't mind going through a little bush to get there!
I can always remember that experience in Hawaii pleasantly on account of Elvis.
I think Elvis would be alive today, probably, if he had been allowed to mix and mingle with his fans. I think it was a great cross for him to bear that he couldn't get out and be with his fans.
The doctor must have put my pacemaker in wrong. Every time my husband kisses me, the garage door goes up.
Take the back roads instead of the highways.
God has a plan for all of us, but He expects us to do our share of the work.
