And Can I Get a Hot Tub?

I love my sister.

This is part of her article on PDA.

"You've got your waddlers (one member of the couple walks directly behind the other encasing the frontal component in their arms, effectively turning two people into one penguin)"

I helped write that sentence. And I am so proud.

Really. It's front page news.

Here's my two cents. People - cut the PDA. I don't want to see you exchange saliva/see who can suffocate the other the fastest. Play these games where I can't see you. Or, you know, don't play these games. I, for one, almost lose my stomach every time I see uh, anything that resembles a "waddler" or a "lung-sucker" (those who forget that breathing is a lot easier when you’re doing it by yourself).

So breathe. By yourself.
Walk. By yourself.
Hold hands. With yourself.
Be independent.
And if you really need someone to tell you how awesome you are, I'll do it. You're awesome. The end.