… For Mr Man
… The shade of brown that is my dog’s eyes.
… For all my friends - even the ones that don’t read this page. No really!
… That my family and Mr Man’s family all get along and like other immensely and that his family, best of all, likes ME.
… Dark chocolate. More please.
… Italian food.
… Lamb roasted with garlic, rosemary and wine.
… that I lned to cook.
… For Snowfrisk, dill havarti, fresh mozzarella and Proscuttio.
… that I can give a killer massage that people will line up for (I do feet and hands) - it’s served me well.
… The Simpsons, Monty Python, Farscape, Babylon 5 and Doctor Demento (whom I’ve met).
… that I can say “Bush is a moron” and no one really cares because I’m a nobody. I don’t want to be famous.
… Nexium. All hail the purple pill!
… That somehow for someone with a 1.6 GPA who didn’t give a crap and lived in the HS theatre instead of going to classes that I somehow miraculously have a career and people think I rock at it.
… That for some reason I can still make a moderate living doing what I love.
… That I work out of the house. People suck.
… For the arcane knowledge I have about obscure things.
… That I found a group that appreciates and fosters it.
… That you people seem to think I’m witty/interesting/cool enough to read.
… The great people I’ve met off my various websites. Who I someday hope to meet for real before they think I suck.
… My dorky brother who never ceases to make me howl.
… IKEA, Target, Apple - keeping me sane and mui stylish
… Iron Chef - for removing any urge to visit Japan.
… That I had this many things to list.

(*A couple days late. Screw it I was busy!)