Well, not the poop part.
That I could do without.
But the bathroom. She's nice.
And that got me thinking that I've enjoyed reading many a "Favorite Things" blog but have never written one of those posts myself.
So today I shall correct that.
Introducing my favorite things, in no particular order:
1) My minivan's Remote Start. I like it. A lot.
Nothing better than hopping into your car on a cold day and having it all toasty warm.
That being said, I scared the crap out of some lady the other day who was standing next to my van.
I had started it and opened the sliding door before I walked around the corner, and she had the weirdest look on her face as if she were in the middle of the Rise of the Machines.
2) My GHD. I know it's only a flat-iron, but it's just so good at what it does. It deserves a promotion and a pay raise.
3) Three letters: DVR
What did I do before you came into my life?
Miss my favorite programs?
Shave my legs?
Wait a minute. Disregard that last one. Not sure how it slipped in there.
Side note: Do they have DVR in Quebec? Someone, find out. Quick. And report back.
*Also, spoiler alert. If you have chosen to DVR the Bachelor finale and have not watched it yet, stop reading this post.
4) The Internet.
Now, I know this is a fairly broad item to have as a favorite thing. But man, what did we do when we didn't have instant information at our fingertips?
I'll tell you what we did: We called people on the phone.
Strangers, no less. And asked things like-- What are your hours? How much is a ticket? Where are you located?
Oh, the inconvenience. The forced socialization.
It must have been terrible.
I wouldn't know. I don't like calling people so I just don't do it.
Thank you Interworld.
And that concludes this episode of Things I Love.
Not to be confused with things I don't love, such as Jake choosing Vienna.
I'm just a touch flabbergasted. I'm really not even sure what to say.
Except that how on earth can a reality show that was taped weeks before this episode aired have me sitting on the edge of the couch with butterflies in my stomach waiting to see what color dress will peek out of the helicopter door first?
Oh, it must be my lack of a life.
I think I forgot to mention two more things I love:
And Exhibit D:
Even though they are the root cause of my lack of life, they are definitely two of my favorite thing.