Because it’s a game, silly.

1. Kisses.

Hershey’s kisses, that is.

I like the milk chocolate ones best.  Actually, I guess I like milk chocolate with almonds best.  I’m not as fond of the cherry cordial ones.  Or, for some reason, the dark chocolate ones.  Usually I prefer dark chocolate to milk chocolate, but not in my kisses.  My husband likes the dulce de leche kisses, but they don’t do much for me.  Mint kisses are okay.  I don’t like the Hugs, which is just as well, since they don’t start with K anyway.

2.  Kermit the Frog.


I can relate to Kermit.  He’s like the Muppet voice of reason.  He’s sensible and even-keeled.  Yet he’s also a dreamer.  I took a Facebook quiz that told me I was Kermit the Frog, and it said I was mild-mannered.  I discovered that some people think I am not mild-mannered.  I can’t imagine what gave them that idea.  (I’m sure you can’t either.)

3.  Kickboxing aerobics.

At least I did enjoy it, back when I did it.  I keep meaning to take it back up again.  I think I finally ditched my kickboxing video tape at one point, though.  I was looking for it a couple months ago because I thought Princess Zurg would like it–the fake kicking and punching, I mean–but I couldn’t find it.  I have a vague memory of my husband asking me, “Are you ever going to do this kickboxing aerobics video again?” and me in a fit of pique saying, “Probably not, just get rid of it.”  That may or may not have happened.  At any rate, it’s missing and so of course now I feel like kickboxing.  It’s the way of things.  I always want what I can’t have.

4.  Kids.

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Sometimes they’re okay.

5.  “Kibosh.”


As in “put the kibosh on.”  I like putting the kibosh on stuff.  Only stuff that needs kibosh-putting, of course.  I also like the word “kibosh.”

6.  Kvetching.


I’m not proud of it.  I’m just being honest.  I do like to complain.  I like to complain a lot.  That’s what this whole blog is about.  If you like my blog, you must enjoy a little kvetching yourself, eh?  I thought so.

A year or so ago my husband bought me Born to Kvetch:  Yiddish Language and Culture in All Its Moods.  I think that he mostly got it for me because he knows I enjoy books about language and also books about Jewish stuff.  (Why?  I don’t know.  It’s just a shame that “Jewish” doesn’t begin with K.)  I don’t think he intended to imply anything about my complaining nature.  No.  Definitely probably not.

My favorite part of this book is the endorsement on the back that says, “Did I like this book?  Let me tell you, my enemies should never enjoy such a book.”  Doesn’t that make you want to buy it right now?

7.  Kiwi fruit.


I used to eat kiwi fruit all the time.  I love kiwi fruit!  I haven’t had it for years, though, because if I have it in my house, my kids want to eat it, and my kids can’t tolerate kiwi fruit.  They LOVE kiwi fruit, as I do, but it doesn’t love them.  And so long as I’m changing their diapers, kiwi fruit doesn’t like me either.

:Sigh:  Kiwi fruit.  Someday we’ll be together again.  Just as soon as everyone’s been toilet trained.  (Yes, it will happen.  Someday.)

8.  Kazuo Ishiguro.


My husband introduced me to this writer, and now I am a fan.  My favorite books of his are An Artist of the Floating World, The Remains of the Day, and Never Let Me Go. I also liked When We Were Orphans and The Unconsoled.  One of these days I’m going to do a blog post about books I would take with me to a desert island, and on that list of books will be The Unconsoled–not because it’s Ishiguro’s best book, but because it’s his weirdest and most interesting.  I will need weird and interesting things to occupy me on a desert island.  To keep me from kvetching about all the sand.  I do not like sand.

A few years ago we went to an art house flick called The Saddest Music in the World, which was a bizarro sort-of musical based on a screenplay by Kazuo Ishiguro.  Apparently Ishiguro was totally rewritten, but you can still see him in there (metaphorically speaking).  What a strange film that was.  Recommended if you like strange films.

9.  Kelloggs Corn Flakes.


The Best Corn Flakes in the World.

10.  Kristen Bell.


I’ve been a little bit in love with her ever since Veronica Mars.  She is the only reason I watched Heroes Season 2, and the only reason I will ever watch Heroes Season 3, should I decide to put myself through that bleep again.  I like her because she’s spunky.  Also, she’s pretty hot.  I don’t know.  Does love need a reason?  Someone needs to cast Kristen Bell in something watchable again.  That’s all I have to say.

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If you want to play this game, let me know and I’ll assign you a letter.  I promise not to give you X.  (Unless you want X.  Whoever volunteers first for X may have it.)

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