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040 - 052 : 365 Days

1. Fresh cleaned laundry.
2. Empty laundry basket
3. Cuddling with my kitty
4. Catching up on all of my Ellen's
5. Watching all the crazy dancers on Ellen
6. Wearing red
7. Shopping the sale rack at Ann Taylor
8. Getting out on my lunch break
9. Successful dr.'s appointments
10. A clean refrigerator
11. 50 degree days
12. M&M's with love sayings one them
13. Twins
14. Comfy pants
15. Car pooling with my husband
16. Radio station 106.7
17. Puppy kisses
18. Blog comments
19. Snuggling with my husband
20. Baby making week
21. Cleaning up clutter
22. HIRING A CLEANING LADY
23. Family pictures
24. Playing fetch with Toby
25. My husband making dinner
26. An awesome chef salad from the local pizza carry out
27. Listening to my kitty take a drink out of the dogs water bowl
28. Painted toe nails
29. Clean toilets
30. New shampoo
31. Fresh razor
32. Guac Dip & Chips
33. Letting my dog outside and not having to watch him play in our yard. (it's not fenced in nor does it have an electrical fence)
34. Valentine's Day cards
35. Forehead kisses
36. Silver jewelry
37. Phase 10
38. Snowflakes
39. Magazines in the mail
40. My hair dresser
41. Clean litter boxes
42. Tennis shoes
43. Buffalo Chicken sandwich & tortilla soup
44. My husbands blue eyes
45. Tulips
46. Matted picture frames
47. Flickr
48. Bedtime
49. The movie "Knocked Up"
50. My blue glass violin bottle
51. Emails from my mom
52. Newspaper comics
53. Scarfs
54. Crisply made bed
55. My blog friends
56. Facebook
57. Scheduled postings
58. Sewing my husbands jeans by hand
59. Yoga
60. (the idea of ) Girl Scout cookies (actually arriving sometime soon!)


Comments

sassytimes said…
An empty laundry basket sounds wonderful! Mine are out of control! I hate laundry!

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