When Emily was a teenager, I remember having to watch one movie over and over and over again. It was called “10 Things I Hate About You,” and oddly enough it was a love story. After the 1000th showing in my living room, I had way more than 10 things I hated about that movie. In reality, the young lady didn’t hate any of the things that she said she hated, and it should have been named, “10 Things I Love About You.” She really didn’t hate the guy at all. Surprise, right? Continue reading →