Your Mama Don't Dance

A few weeks ago, a great friend of mine lamented the fact that her daughter bears a striking resemblance to Gene Simmons. http://nicoleduncan.blogspot.com/2006/07/kiss-anyone.html

I laughed. Why did I laugh? Don't I know by now that when you laugh at someone else's misfortune that you are just begging to have a heaping portion of your own? See for yourself.

Hello Bret Michaels! My poor Carson woke up from her nap with 80's big hair band hair. Might as well give her a guitar to smash. Oh well, I guess every rose DOES have it's thorn.