I LOVE . . .

i love that every thursday morning i throw the week's first bag of trash into the rather large green rusted dumpster at my place of business.

i love the carpet of orange leaves my feet crunch as i walk up mainstreet to the edmonds library.

i love that my younger sister leaves me voicemails of her playing christmas melodies on her violin.

i love string cheese for breakfast.

i love string cheese for lunch.

i love string cheese for dessert.

i love dahlias and double tall peppermint mochas.

I DO NOT LOVE . . .

i do not love my dentist. (period)