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If you’ve been around here long, you know that the Friday Love List is a bit of a tradition at the old MeggyF.com. Not that I’m always totally on the ball about KEEPING that tradition, mind you… but I do love me a love list.

(You can find old ones by searching “love list” over there —> Go ahead. We’ll wait.)

I do the love lists on Fridays because I figure it’s good to start the weekend full of love.

(You know, instead of workplace angst and eighty-nine stories about the non-functioning photocopier and that guy in Finance who picks at his hands and the elevator that shudders when it goes past the third floor.)

And I’m even MORE about the love this morning because I stood next to Attractive Bald Guy on the bus to work today and he smelled like MAGIC and though I was wearing a less than magical sweater-and-jeans combo I HAD remembered to put on lip gloss prior to getting on the bus which means I had little opportunity to poke myself in the eye in my efforts to make a hasty application of the same.

Run-on sentence!

The name of the lipgloss? Oversexed. Take that, product placement experts.

On that note?

Let the love begin…

THINGS I LOVE

This song by Sara Bareilles. Seriously. I CANNOT GET ENOUGH. I sing it all the time. It’s very Meg. Well, it’s more Sara than Meg, but if Sara knew Meg, she’d share. Of this I am confident.

I should just get it over with and marry a plate of french fries.

Suddenly, I’m wearing gold again, after rabidly exiling it from my life for years as a teenager and young adult. I thought gold was “tacky”, which horrified my mother. And still, my only real gold is found in the form of my grandma’s engagement and wedding rings, but I like how they appear to be sunshining from my finger. I’m going to start slow and see how it goes.

My red shoes are as fond of me as I am of them. And also — “stacked heel”? That’s how I’ve always thought of myself.

I’m having a love affair with our Christmas tree. Granted, that would actually be awkward, what with all the needles. Like dating Pete Doherty, really. But I do love our new colours and how it sparkles merrily into the night.

Chocolate-covered cherries are the bomb (cherry bomb?) I know, I know. Horrifying and sugary and NOTHING like ANYTHING I ever have professed to love before, but the cheapie Lowney ones are like crack in a box for me. And it’s the time of year for stupid sugar eating, right?

Um, hi, can I have this life? Ok, cool. I think the last time I was all effortless and chic and tanned like that, I was on vacation, and I probably spilled coffee on myself seconds later or bonked my head getting into Eric’s car. I’ve also not found myself rolling around in beach houses with a blonde man at ANY point. That, my friends, is what should go under “travesty” in Oxford’s Unabridged.

And speaking of ERIC! He’s coming to visit us on Thursday for a few days, and we couldn’t be more excited. Well, we probably could be, but that would annoy everyone around us and probably result in fractured relationships. Which would be okay, because we IMPORT ONES TO REPLACE THEM. Well, just the one. Eric.

Cold, starry nights are the best form of weather (well, tied with warm, starry nights, I guess.) When we get them, I can see stars through my window when I’m lying in bed. There are few things so lovely for a last waking image as those pinpoints in the sky.

Texting. Texting. Texting. Ahhh!

Oy, do I love singing. I cannot sing enough. ‘Tis the season for it, I suppose, but there are few feelings as satisfying as letting music fly out of my heart and bones into the air. I can’t sing even a quarter as well as my rather accomplished roommate, but we go on long drives and sing along with CDs and it’s perfect.

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So what do you love?

Love it up in the comments, or at your own blog… but make sure to point us to it.

And it’s not a “meme”… it’s a way of life.

(Grin.)