I love: acoustic music, yoga, bamboo flooring, the feeling of relief after a good sneeze, the lizards that live on my patio, the sound of feet on sticky mats, writing novels that will never be read, pizza, incense, choreographing imaginary routines for So You Think You Can Dance, salads rolled up in tortillas, books, birthday parties, beaches and baby feet.
I buy handmade body oils that are made to smell like suntan lotion. I could save a lot of money by simply rubbing suntan lotion all over myself, but somehow it just isn’t the same. I always realize that my hairdo choice was a mistake three hours too late. I have a wonderful husband and a beautiful young toddler. Every day one of them finds a way to test my patience, I think they have some kind of alternating schedule. I am a chain-pickler; even though the salt makes me puff up and feel disgusting, if there’s a jar of pickles in this house I have a compulsive need to empty it. It’s the only area of my life where I might even slightly be considered an overacheiver.
I have been planning my dream vacation to Hawaii for the last five years. I’m really starting to make progress.
