I have a friend who mushes really well. Trust me, he is the best among a few of us currently. When I say mush, I do not mean the old word for buddy, or face, but I am thinking of those romantic & sentimental verses and words. Now the problem is two fold. When most other women drool over his mini love poems, and a few men wonder why can’t they emulate him, I sit back and guffaw! 😀 I don’t know what it is about mush and me, that I just cannot help but laugh. On the days he does not post his poems I tell him he has deprived me of a source of my daily fun 😂😂. I’ve been wondering about this lately, like precisely since I’ve become friends with this guy. ( ya ya ya there is an overload of mush since :P) Why is it that I laugh, why can’t I just go awww and say lovely little nothings.😉 now you get a glimpse, don’t you, of the problem? 😇😇 The laugh is not the sarcastic one, but of a lively hearty kind, most often thinking of the comments, likes & reactions, he will receive for his posts. And most often it turns out almost always spot on. I double up as his manager now to keep the public from going wild 😋😊😋😊😋 just kidding. What is your take on mush…..