I love the sweatshirt that I'm wearing in this picture.
I've had this sweatshirt since I was a sophomore in high school. That thing is broken in to the max and is super soft and cozy.
I love the smell of vinegar...yes, I do.
I love (and hate) paying bills. It gives me an endorphin rush to pay something off.
I love wearing mascara. I have very pale eyelashes, so mascara is a must and I LOVE it.
I love the character Rafi from the show The League.
He is the most disgusting and vile character and says the most awful things, but for some reason I just love him. Everything he says makes me laugh so hard that I can hardly breathe. Obviously I won't repeat what he says on here. but I know that because I love him, I probably also have a vulgar sense of humor sometimes.
I love him.
I love to take baths. I take 2-3 a week and spend at least 45 minutes or more just soaking and letting my worries go.
I love sappy British miniseries.
In the past two weeks I have watched North & South, Mansfield Park, and Daniel Deronda.
They just make me feel so giddy!
BBC miniseries to me are like the Lifetime movie addictions I know some of my friends have.
I love going to Zumba on hip-hop night. I love dancing to hip-hop music. I constantly request my favorite hip-hop songs and I'm pretty sure those help make that Zumba experience awesome. Yep.
I love sleeping with a fan on at night (a necessary must).
I love nights in Montana when there is a full moon.
I love singing opera in the shower.
I love speaking in funny accents to my children.
I love talking to my dog like she is a human, and I also love making up funny nicknames for my dog.
I love Target.
And, most importantly, on this silly holiday where people's expectations of what "love is" barfs up tons of red, pink, and white crap...oh, who am I kidding? I secretly want some pink, red, and white nonsense given to me on this day just like everyone else.
Got off track there.
Most importantly, on this particular day, just like every other 364 days of the year, I love my family.