me.

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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.

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i loved blogging this nonsense list.

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