I love Cheerios. and Crocs, email, and candles. I love books and reading and talking about books. I love crocheting and gloves and football. Okay, baseball, too. Okay, basketball, too. I'd love to love NASCAR, but can't make it happen--and I've tried. I love the smell of lemon, soft rock music, icemakers, and diet coke. I love Summer, TV, chocolate ice cream, bonfires, and picnics. The smell of exhaust and gasoline and traveling in the car. Marigolds, talk radio, flannel sheets, Spring, and the National Anthem. I love college football starting and baseball season starting and March madness starting. I love calendars and Southern Living Magazine and St. Patrick's Day and yellow. I love lipstick, socks, and rain and Fall.
Standing by the sink, eating a bowl of Cheerios (I eat mine without sugar - so it's PURE Cheerio goodness) the thought popped into my head - "I love Cheerios." So I wrote it down. And kept going. I wrote before Valentines about how weird I am about the word "Love" with people. (http://kayshostak.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-is-weird-isnt-it.html) but I'm the exact opposite with inanimate objects. When I was a teenager a friend of our family asked me, "Kay, what don't you love?" Well, anyway, it was fun and a great way to start my morning.
What about you? What makes your list?