Some Things I Love:
- I have a new obsession with anything that has goldfish or koi on it. (The question is, now that the mother-in-law knows this, will I be receiving some sort of giant fish pillow or huge porcelain fish with gaping mouth for Christmas? Dear God let's say no.)
- The idea of hot apple cider, all through Fall, although in reality I can only stomach a little cup full sometime around mid-October, after which I will promptly say "Bleh, that is so disgustingly sweet. Ugh. I can't drink any more. Seriously. Stop me next time." My romanticized idea of apple cider is much more fun than the reality.
- CHEEZ-ITs. Damn.
- That familiar and distinct ink-and-cardboard scent you catch a whiff of on the rare occasion you open a board game; it smells like childhood, doesn't it?
- Little. Gordon. Ramsey. ohmahgod. (And if you've never seen Chef Ramsey on one of his many television shows, you will probably be very concerned about seeing a little boy act this way. Don't. You just don't get it. This is FUNNAY.)
Some Things I Hate:
- Toe socks. That is just disgusting.
- Rolling cookie dough into balls between my palms. Or meat into meatballs. I have a POWERFUL aversion to touching food that much, but once I shut my eyes and break the barrier, I can handle it. Barely.
- Having to get up from an intensely productive work moment to pee. ...Okay, I realize the alternative is not acceptable, but seriously. I pee at ridiculous intervals.
- Men wearing white gym socks ANY time other than when they're working out, doing yard work, or watching a football game. I can't stand seeing a man sitting at a restaurant with his lady, leaning across the table to grab her hand, crossing his leg, and flashing an ugly white sock.
- Kids walking home from school. The mower guy. The UPS man. Neighborhood dogs. Asshat rabbits in the backyard. Babies in strollers. WHY, you ask? Ahem...
(The one you don't see was upstairs. Isn't it glorious?)
Some Things I Just Don't Get:
- Is it possible to get carpal tunnel in just one finger? Because if so, I'm pretty sure my right index finger is a classic case.
- Why is Alan Thicke doing those weird Las Vegas resort "don't worry, it's complementary" commercials? I don't get it. What happened, Alan? Where did your artistic integrity go? Oh...that's right...Growing Pains. Yeahhh...
- Severely pear-shaped men. I mean, I'm not surprised by the female pear shape. But have you ever seen a pear-shaped man? I'm not just talking a guy with a gut, I'm talking tiny on top, big all around underneath. It makes you do a double-take, don't you agree? It's just...so odd.
- NBC picked up the new Knight Rider for Fall. ...Did they SEE the pilot? Sadly, The Husband made sure I did. He's now demanding we record the episodes on DVR so he doesn't miss any. Thanks, NBC. Thanks for being such giant tools.
- I wonder what the significance is of the shape of butterfly wings. It seems that could be purely for our enjoyment, doesn't it? Aren't they strange little creatures? Okay, that was my nice bit to end with. What's more gentle and nice than a butterfly conversation? One about kitties, maybe? Baby horses?













