True Love.

The above is a photo of me and J at approximately 1AM last night(/this morning) in a delirious and passionate near-embrace –
NOT with each other, but with our amazingly THIN! and amazingly AWESOME! brand spanking NEW! 40’’ SAMSUNG LCD TV!!!! (Pictured above is the TV’s side view). We discovered promptly after set up that this TV: 1) After connecting a random cable on the wall (we don’t pay for cable) PLAYS CABLE and 2) Having a USB hub on the side, PLAYS ANY MEDIA FROM ANY USB DRIVE, meaning our libraries of movie and TV show downloads can now be enjoyed in our posh living room on the posh living room TV. It also has Internet connectivity, which if attempted last night might have possibly blown our brains to bits in awesomeness, so is saved for another day.

Floss Time.

Floss time is happy time when all the fish in the sea sing songs and flowers pop up out of nowhere around my head. I love love love the feeling of clean gums and cannot go to bed without flossing. This is just one of those many acquired tastes I developed with age, along with my acquired love for veggies, tea, whole wheat bread, and brown rice, this all after graduating college and within the span of three years. So I guess more accurately speaking, I acquired it with my college diploma, which perhaps makes complete sense owing to the fact that it bears powers from the signature of the venerable governor Arnold Schwarzenegger.

No fun.

I hate when J points out my issues. Especially when she is right. It’s a pretty fun fun party pointing out other people’s problems and listing out all their character flaws but not so much a fun fun party when it comes around to picking out mine.

Tea-holic.

Tea tea tea - Tea is the drink for me
Tea tea tea - Tea fills me up with glee!

Mama.

I love my mom. She is the most gentle, wise, and beautiful woman in the whole wide world. Her hugs when I was growing up were the warmest, strongest, most wonderful smelling hugs that had the power to instantly right every single wrong in my world. Even now as an adult much taller than my mom, nothing can make big bad things go away quite like my mama’s hugs.

Cashier Man.

Yesterday whilst Christmas shopping (third attempt) I came across a cashier man that happened to be the hottest man I ever saw probably in my entire life that was not a celebrity on a movie poster enhanced by Photoshop magic. Oh, how much nicer it’d be, how much more bounce in my step, how much more zing in every hour if I could trade in all my office boys for boys like that!