I have started and trashed at least eight posts in the last four days. I think the cold weather has freezer-burned my brain, because lately, it's just not firing right. Most evenings, I find myself staring at the computer screen and thinking very deep thoughts like, I should order some soup.Mmmmm, split pea.

See? Split pea! Obviously things are not as they should be. Anyway, in lieu of posts about my adventures with a gorgeous divorcee, my magical evening in Hoboken , or my upcoming trip to Dallas, I'm gonna make a list. Because lists don't require verbs or punctuation or story arcs or any of those other things that might take away from thoughts about soup.

So, via Ari, Things I'm a Sucker For:

Coffee from the deli downstairs (If the good lord himself made coffee, it couldn't taste any better.)
The cold side of the pillow
Kissing dreams
Kissing, in general
Q-Tips
Making Ari laugh
Making Sarah B involuntarily exclaim, "I love you!"
Belching (I know. I hope you still like me.)
Coconut shrimp
Out-of-town guests
Red toenails
Laying in the bath with my hair all fanned out and pretending I'm the Little Mermaid
Weird Al
Being teased
Little black dresses
Pretty underwear
Chivalry
Expensive sheets
My sister-in-law
All those blood relations, too
Scrabble
Charles Ingalls
Boys with nice hands
Having things to look forward to
Text messages, email, mail and phone calls (Really, communication of any kind)
The phrase, "Like, color of wheat..." and anyone who gets it
Much Ado About Nothing (Okay, mostly Benedict. I'd hit that.)
Funny people
Dirty jokes
Compliments
Girl Scout cookies
Pillow talk
Stuff

One of the lists I keep (I've told you about those lists, right?) is the Things I Love list.

So here it is (an excerpt, anyway), taken from post-it notes I leave to remind myself of the little joys in life:

The Things I Love

Broccoli
Q-tips
My appendix scars
Scruffy faces
The smell of laundry
Nicknames
Earlobes
Sugar free Jell-o
Geese
Lullabies
Babies’ feet
I Can’t Believe it’s Not Butter
Barbie
Shoes
Mr. Rochester
Kitten
Mud in my toes
Being needed
Annie’s Song
Bad Reality TV
Apple peels
Target
Attention
Little black dresses
The word “voluptuous”
Gap jeans
Being remembered
Dental floss
Tom Selleck
Wind chimes
Tweezers
Feeling understood
My walk-in closet
Hazelnuts
Kisses
Freckles
Nap time