10. Fresh picked azaleas from the bush outside my bedroom window.
9. Looking out at the Gulf of Mexico on a hot July day.
8. Swimming in the Gulf of Mexico on a hot July day.
7. Running or Walking with friends otherwise known as free therapy.
6. A good, long stretch.
5. A tall, ice-cold glass of water on a summer’s day.
4. Sitting in the sun with my face up turned.
3. My husband’s kisses. Those long ones where his lips are really soft. Not those where he is imagining everything that could go wrong at the office or those obligatory pecks as a runs out the door every morning.
2. A foot massage. When I can talk my husband into giving me one.
1. Love. Well, love that is not a result of what I do or say but because of who I am or more accurately — love in spite of who I am.
What to do you think? What is a thing you love that costs you nothing?
4. Being alone. I say this is a secret pleasure because who wants to admit they love being alone? Makes me sound like a hobbit. Or worse. A hermit.
3. Real Housewives of AnyCity. But I draw the line at Big Rich Texas or Atlanta. Those are so low that I need to take a shower after watching.
2. Listening to my daughter play a musical instrument. I haven’t any musical talent. I love to hear her practice while I ramble around the house. Especially those days when she isn’t grumbling about practicing under her breath.
1. Driving my children to school. On a good day. When we are not late and there has been no bloodshed while getting out the door on time. The day is just starting and holds such promise. A blank slate to get so much accomplished. Hmm. Then somehow I seem to lose focus.
What about you? Have a secret pleasure that you can share?
I’m not a gift person. This Christmas (by agreement) my husband and I didn’t exchange gifts. You know what?
I didn’t even notice. If I sit there with my coffee on Christmas morning watching others tear red wrapping paper covered in bubble-shaped penguins in a frenzy, I’m a happy gal.
Maybe this is not so altruistic? Maybe it’s that when I want something, I get it. No delayed gratification waiting for gifts for me. No sir.
Our Monday Listicle for this week: 10 “OH NO YOU DIDN’T” GIFTS.
I love animals. Then they poop in my house, need feeding, need soaking (which I did to Cinderella our tortoise yesterday). Please save the pet drama for someone else.
My dear husband has pushed me into the 21st Century and given me every electronic gadget I have. They crowd my time and free space in my brain. Try as I might, I’ve yet to figure out how to back up my gray matter on an iCloud.
Does this fall into pets? I don’t like cleaning water or worrying about the proper temperature. I am responsible for their entire existence.
Guess I’m glad that God doesn’t get so aggravated in keeping our universe going.
I guess I should move this in the realm of Valentine’s gifts.
7. Stuffed animals.
I didn’t care for these at age nine; I don’t at 49. And if you sent me a teddy bear in a teddy, let me just say hell hath no furry.
I’m giving up sweets for Lent and Ash Wednesday is the 13th.
I’m not against smelling nice, I just don’t wear it. My daughter comes in my room and puts on my perfume. When I remind her that I gave her an Aeropostale fragrance for Christmas, she replies that she doesn’t want to use hers up.
4. Anything work-related.
My husband does this — new lamp, new pens. Just stresses me out. I feel like I should be working.
This is a half truth. I love getting flowers. I don’t care for roses any more than other flowers so don’t spend the extra money. Honestly, I only like roses growing in a garden where I can bend down and inhale.
2. A Massage.
Joke. I would love a massage a week for an entire year. I just figured out the most absolute, most perfect gift for me ever.
1. Really, now all I can think about is gifts I would love.
1,200 thread count sheets
Nice, silky sleepy things.
Got it. Jewelry. Please don’t worry about spending any money on me with jewelry. I only really like the cheap costumey stuff.
Honestly Just worship me and I’m a happy girl.
That’s not too much to ask right?
What about you? What is on your “don’t even think about it” list for Valentine’s Day.
One of the items that causes PANIC if I can’t find a pair when I need them.
9. Keys to my Dad’s car.
Mom let us take my dad’s car back with us. (My dad died last New Year’s Eve). It sits in our driveway making me sad. I think she gave it to us so it wouldn’t be sitting in her driveway making her sad.
It has come in handy because my tires are shot and when I have to travel more than 10 miles — like later this week — I can hope in Dad’s car and go.
Crammed with everything imaginable except cash.
7. AAA Batteries.
This must be from an recent interview. I switched out the low ones from my recorder and stuffed them in my purse.
6. A Pen.
I started this purse a few months ago with three different tubes in three different shades. The remaining tube is my least favorite. Which explains why I’m not wearing a lot of lipstick lately.
4. Keys to my car with the bad tires.
That I usually drive everywhere around town. And if I should get into an accident that could be caused slick tires — all this stuff about my car having bad tires is utter fabrication from my sick mind.
3. Old grocery lists.
Surprised there aren’t more of those crammed in there. They usually hang round for months like old batteries.
My purse is where old grocery lists go to die.
My wallet was too full to handle my checkbook. I kept throwing my checkbook in my bag and all the checks kept getting scrunched and torn. So I found an old baggie in there one day and put my crumbled checkbook in there.
Don’t say I’m not a recycle bunny.
1. Church program.
Look Mom, I was in church today no matter what my Twitter stream said.