tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293480729223471318.post1293571302404797104..comments2023-06-29T01:55:40.393-07:00Comments on Blogging Is For Lovers: The WORSTrachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12896271140656290440noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293480729223471318.post-8503416284599995002012-08-20T08:32:16.977-07:002012-08-20T08:32:16.977-07:00Worst thing in the world. I agree. Worst thing in the world. I agree. Jesse&Amberhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13830922350095371315noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293480729223471318.post-85216332099828468152012-08-20T06:59:30.974-07:002012-08-20T06:59:30.974-07:00Oh my gosh agreed. Do you watch the bachelorette? ...Oh my gosh agreed. Do you watch the bachelorette? Do you remember when "guard and protect your heart" dude serenaded Ally? The WORST thing ever.-Danica-https://www.blogger.com/profile/10303457395938139856noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293480729223471318.post-64333200019230297302012-08-20T06:46:58.215-07:002012-08-20T06:46:58.215-07:00Hello Rachels blog! I havent worked at Sorenson in...Hello Rachels blog! I havent worked at Sorenson in a while so it was time to catch up for sure. But I just have to say, I have been serinated accapella(by my blind date) and then again by my cousin(by far the worst pain experienced in my life. Note:I've given birth twice, and had kidney stones). So first hand experienced this... twice, each worse than the last. Unless someone can be funny and improve rap on the spot, but that is intirely different. Have a great day beautiful Rachel!Great Scott's!https://www.blogger.com/profile/00034842194633430022noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3293480729223471318.post-44023540573313028872012-08-19T21:36:32.741-07:002012-08-19T21:36:32.741-07:00I am totally with you on this one. I even hate Ch...I am totally with you on this one. I even hate Christmas carolers. It's SO awkward to stand there while they sing multiple carols. Do you smile? Do you clap? I am one of those people that will pretend I'm not home when carolers come. If a man serenaded me, I think it would be over.Jacob and Kimberly Palmerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16759614218497107233noreply@blogger.com