1. My job. Whose heart wouldn't melt if you were given a picture of a rainbow panda or a Halloween snowflake or your name spelled with one backwards letter? (Interestingly, my job also ranks high on the list of things that almost savagely murdered my November. If you want that list, though, you'll have to wait a few minutes for my good mood to pass.)
2. Children's picture books translated into Spanish - mainly Jorge y Marta, La Hora de Acostarse de Francisca, and Gracias, Sr. Falker. If the employees at the Bothell Public Library are wondering why there has been a recent surge in the number of these books being checked out, that would be me. Sorry. And yes, I am four. And I may or may not have to look up an average of ten words per ten-page story, including words that I apparently needed to look up twice.
3. Brainstorming how to condense my entire life into a catchy memoir title while maintaining the high level of self-abasement that you've come to expect from me, and on which I pride myself greatly. Titles so far include:
-How to Be a Pushover
-How Not to Be a Pushover (and Other Things I Don't Know)
-It Made Sense in My Head
-Open Your Own Damn String Cheese: A Tale of Dexterity
-Seriously, I Will Hit You in the Face
4. The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society. I gasped. I shouted. I squealed with delight. And then I called my friend Casey (or rather, she called me) and I did it all over again.
5. This one has to do with my Sounders so I'll save you all the drudgery and give you the abridged version: something great happened, something amazing happened, and something spectacular happened (but not necessarily in that order).
6. Casey Lynn Langford and our wonderful two-person interstate book club.
7. The photography of Arturo Torres.
8. And, of course, my sweet little Taffodil. Mostly I just included this to remind you how adorable she is.
Honorable mentions: my bed, European soccer, literature, Thanksgiving dinner rolls, and my scarf collection.
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