You'll find as you read or not read my post that I say things that I shouldn't say, do things that maybe a little tacky and laugh at awkward moments. Not that I'm doing so maliciously, but sometimes I feel that things just need to be said. I think I get it from my grandmother. If your breath stinks, then you better steer clear of her because she will let you know it. If we wanted to know why someone only had one arm, a knot on their forehead or if Mr. and Mrs. Jones were together or not... We'd just get Grandma to ask and she would find out for us because she wasn't going to get in trouble or back down from asking the questions that needed to be asked. Feel free to comment on my blogs, disagree with me, call me names or whatever your heart desires because quite frankly I could care less. I mean I probably wouldn't read your blog. I won't even read mine to see if I have typos. You can expect this blog to be honest. That's the only promise I'll make. This is the point where other bloggers would tell you they hope you enjoy reading, but since I don't care... I'll just say... You've been warned.