A good foovie. Foovie. Yes, I just made up that word. It describes a food-centric movie. Think Julie & Julia. Or Big Night. Or, in this case, Ratatouille. I never thought I'd feel such a deep emotional connection to a cartoon rat. When we were at Disney World a few months ago, I wanted to get a plush Remy for the kitchen. Sous Chef wouldn't let me.
An extra hour of light in the evening. As much as I hate hate hate hate hate losing an hour of sleep, I love love love love love more light at night. All of a sudden, the evening holds such possibility. Our perspectives are so easily fooled, aren't they?
An adopted family. Right when I need it.
A gym I love. Remember when I said I had a big fat mental block about going to the gym? Well, it turns out, the problem wasn't me - it was the gym. I found a new one that reminds me of the one at my old college campus. It's fitness-focused, not a social arena. I can't get enough of it.
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