I Love…
the little, old man down the street that brings us cherry tomatoes right out of his garden.
when someone pulls out in front of me and they give that “oops, I really goofed up” look, rather than the “get over it” look.
when I open my email and see that people want to be my friend on blogcatalog and myspace.
when I finally figure out “what the fuck did I come into this room for”.
And
crab legs dipped in warm garlic butter and those “damn there’s no way I can eat just one” garlic cheese biscuits from Red Lobster.