The smell of rolled oats
Zucchini bread
Master Pathetico, when he jumps on the bed and buries his little nose into my elbow and starts purring, or when he charges down the hallway expectantly because he thinks it's bedtime, or when he wanders aimlessly meowing pathetically (hence the name), or when he hears the sound of food and comes galloping at the food bowl, or when he buries himself in my clean laundry. Wait. Not then.Wooden spools
Joss Whedon
Lopi -- I'm really obsessed with Lopi right now.
The first cup of coffee in the morning. And the second. And the third.
My nieces and nephews.
Birthday beverages:
That's a cranberry mojito. YUM!
HULU!
Friends with gardens:
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