i love to mow the lawn.
i love to sleep in.
i love to sleep. period.
i still love what was in my cd case during the year 2000.
i love watching my husband eat sushi with chopsticks. i hate sushi. i think.
i love sitting on the floor in the library between rows of biographies.
i love when my pandora station is being run by the heavens.
i love when mr. rogers goes to the crayon factory.
i love stripes on baby bums.
i love that charlie-baby.
i love the first slurp of a big huge cold coke. with crunchy ice and a straw.
i love breakfast at eggs in the city. in december.
i love the indigo girls.
i love going through my 'save' drawer and finding old treasures.
i love seattle with christine. once.
i love lacie's pizza couch circa 1998.
i love the smell of swimming pools.
i love andrey at the beach. someday.
i love the perfect big comfy concert t-shirt.
i love their names. lucas jude, gavin west + charlie grey.
i love writing letters with a good ink pen. (right now: bic Z4 0.5)
i love high school art class with mr. holmquist.
i love singing as sisters in zion in relief society.
i love reading 'me' in old journal entries.
i love calling SARK's answering machine. i have for years. (try it: 415.546.3742)
 i love a new blank notepad. a steno notepad.
i love old JANE magazines.
i love when someone gets birth.
i love reality bites. over and over and over again.
i loved blogging this nonsense list.

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