Obviously my darling daughter!
Everyday she makes me laugh. Even on the hardest of days she can do something silly or sweet that will make that hard outer crust I've worn all day crack. Some days she is the only reason I would get out bed. I lay there wondering what it would be like to just stay all warm and tucked in and not face the day and then she starts chattering and playing in her crib. I can hear her talking to herself in her nonsense vocabulary only understanding a word now and then. She will say Mommy or Dada and then "talk" to us for a while. In pretend conversations I imagine. Then during the day, usually when I'm upset she will come running up to me and wrap her little twig arms around my legs and squeeze. She's so little but can squeeze so tight that she just squeezes the bad feelings right out. While I'd love to say that everyone needs one of these little creatures I would be lying because I still feel that parents should be screened before being allowed to procreate, but maybe those who are having bad days could just borrow one of these wonder squeezers once in a while.

Thank Goddess for tennis balls!
If it wasn't for these little fuzzy yellow balls I think I would be a homicidal maniac by now. With all the stresses of daily life from the economy to finding time to go by bread it's nice to be able to go out and smack the crap out of a cute little fuzzy yellow tennis ball. I love to knock the new fuzz off of one and watch it fly through the air. I love to smack them so hard they hit the fence on the other side of the court sometimes sticking in between the chain links. And I love the feeling of release when I do that. Unfortunately this release of tension isn't so great for playing actual tennis games because most of the time these fuzzy yellow balls, when hit with such force, won't behave and land inside the lines, but sometimes we just need to hit outside the lines to feel better. I recommend it to all!

My cat.
She purrs. She snuggles. She demands attention. She gets annoyed when that attention is ignored. She ignores. She gets irritated. She finds happiness in puddles of sunshine on the floor. She makes me smile because she's the furry four legged version of me.

Hello, can any one say beach? I love the attitudes around there. Millionaires in cut offs everywhere. That would be me. First impression beach bum, second impression buying drinks for everyone at the bar, third impression "holy crap, she's worth how much!!!!????"

Yep, that would be me. However, I would keep a nice house inland too since mother nature doesn't care if your rich.