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I’m ready for the weekend.

I mean, I’m generally ready for a weekend the moment the weekend ends, but I’ve been awfully sleepy and injury/crisis prone this week.

How so, you say?

(Try saying that eight times fast! Or just the once! That’s fine, too!)

Well, this span of seven days included all of the following:

Being pursued by a rabid butterfly in my living room
Falling off the railing of my deck into a chair, and then a table, and then the door
Getting a bit of basil stuck in my eye for an hour, during which I began to see in Italian
Forgetting to put the top on the blender
Almost leaving my house without pants
Sending someone named Chris an email addressed to “Christ”
Exploding a bottle of Perrier on my shirt
Walking into a door that should have been automatic
Pulling a muscle folding laundry
Being posthumously attacked by a skunk
Inserting a toothpick into the palm of my hand

I’m ready for some smooth sailing.

And some love.

As always be sure to write your own list in the comments or pop one up on your own blog.

Love is the best way to end, begin, and survive any week. And those who write lists about love are destined to love a little harder the whole year through.

I have no proof of this, but we’ve already covered the amount of proof I need for anything.

THINGS I LOVE

Late 90’s R&B
Chair dancing to the above
Making mixtapes
Lemon potatoes (by my newly perfected recipe)
White tank tops
Skim milk
Quoting any of the following, though it makes me an impossible dork: Homestar Runner, Star Wars (mostly Chewy: AAAAAUUURRRRR), Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, So I Married An Axe Murderer, Monty Python, and Office Space
Nerf balls
Nectarines
Castanet solos
Bacon
MLB
Ira Glass (STILL!)
This song
Giant hoop earrings
The ocean
Clean sheets
Men in dark frame glasses
Antihistamines, bless their little hearts
People who can wink effectively
Laughing until my stomach twists into happy knots
Playoff hockey, even if it isn’t My Boys
Our lilac tree
Malie Kauai Lotion
Big white purses
The SUN!
Aloo Gobi and naan
Cafe au laits
Super fat bumblebees who ate too many donuts and ain’t stinging nobody, no how but CAN I PLEASE HAVE A FLOWER TO SIT ON
Stuff White People Like (oh, the irony)
Iced black tea/lemonade with lots of ice
Metallic ballet flats