Favs

I have lots of favorite things.  Lots.  I would take any and all of these things for a special day sometime next week.  No pressure.  For those of you who are still searching for birthday presents (aka Nicholas), the following are acceptable choices (sidenote - Nicholas, the brother, has experienced much success in the gift-giving arena as of lately):

• Cherry tomatoes.  I'm not talking about the bland ones still on the vine in the grocery store.  I'm talking about the legit Cherub cherry tomatoes that are a gazillion dollars a pound.  Purrrrfect.
• Cobb salad, sans the egg.  This is my new favorite thing to order on any restaurant's menu.  And so far, I have not been disappointed.  Tonight I had a Cobb salad with a tarragon vinaigrette.  Um, yum.
• Pretty fingernail polish.  It makes Daniel dry-heave every time I paint my nails, but it makes my nails less appetizing...I'm a biter.  Always have been.  When I was little, my mom tried to bribe me to get me to stop.  It worked once.  Care to try again, mom? I jk.  I'm a big kid now.  I don't bite my nails no more...
• A massage.  I've never had one, but I want one real bad.  I mean real bad.  
• A mini deep freeze.  I freeze everything, enough said.
• Panera Bread.  Melissa, I want the store for myself.  Can you arrange this, please?

I feel a lot, a lot, a lot.  (I also use the phrase "a lot" a lot.  I cringe when my students use it and I count them down when it is used in a formal essay.  Am I contradicting myself?  Don't answer that.)  Because I feel so much, I have many favorites.  The aforementioned items are only a small smattering of things I love.  Because I think you should know.  And because I think it's buckets and buckets 'o fun to explain why I love what I love.

Because life is more fun when photos are involved, I will include one.  The story goes a little like this...I once met a girl named Roxanne.  I once secretly hoped she would eventually be my sister-in-law (for about a bazillion reasons).  I also once hoped that I wouldn't scare her off by desiring to take a picture with just her.  The good news:  in less than 3 months, she will be forever connected to the Glanzer family.  Bwahahaha.  And I couldn't be happier.  I call her "sissy" because (1) I think it's funny and (2) it makes me happy.  Love you, sissy Rocker.  So excited for June 18!