List-O-Mania

Lists! I love to make lists. Making lists keeps me sane. It just plain makes me happy, be they shopping lists, to-do lists, or packing lists. I especially get a thrill from making lists of things I love. So on the cusp of this long weekend (that's a list item in and of itself), here's a love list.

- When I was in RI with my in-laws, there was a fire pit. There were smores. But these weren't ordinary smores - they were smores made with peanut butter cups instead of a plain chocolate bar. WHY DID NOBODY TELL ME ABOUT HIS BEFORE? Wow.

- There was also an outdoor shower at this house, and I love me an outdoor shower. My buddy Kev wrote a facebook status update from his own vacation, remarking that he not only took an outdoor shower but he brought along a beer, and it was at night under the stars. That's a beautiful lesson in how to take something already wonderful and make it exponentially so. Kev and his bride know how to live - love item within a love item within a love item.

- Dancing shows, kid. I am partial to So You Think You Can Dance and America's Best Dance Crew. For some reason I never watched Dancing With the Stars, probably because the talent is so lopsided. Plus I don't need to be getting hooked on another show. But Margaret Cho is going to be on the upcoming season. Margaret Cho, guys. And Jennifer Grey - I'm very curious to see if she can rekindle her inner Baby-ness. Yeah Bristol Palin is going to be on it to, but that's what DVR is for.

- Usually by this time of the year I've snorted up the world's supply of Flonase and gone through a forest's worth of tissues due to seasonal allergies, but so far I haven't had so much as a sniffle. Did my allergies go away? Even if they're just delayed, I'll take it.

- Tonight my brother's band is playing in our 'hood and my friend has offered to stay with HR so both Mike and I can attend the show. Luckily they're going on first because I gots to get my sleep.

- Labor Day approaches which means the aforementioned long weekend. Which means nonstop baby time for me. Which also means a whisper of beloved Fall weather. Oh for conditions that might allow us to sleep with the windows open again and take the baby for a walk without him sweating through his onesie in five minutes. I'll be able to wear my Frye boots every day (some people can rock the boots all summer long. I am not one of those people). Don't even get me started on the bounty of apple cider donuts and roasted root vegetables.

- Ryan Adams. It's a good day for listening to Ryan Adams.

May the coming bunch of days bring sweets and joy and joyness to you all.